I can appreciate the fact that my new YMCA buddy is a team player, but he's playing for the wrong team.

He was wearing a pentagram and he had the same kinda strange demeanor that

that fun guy Anton La Vey use to have.

You know they have two kind of looks.

The first one is like he's up to no good but it's a secret, just between you and him

and the other look is like he's just lost his leg or his best dog or something.

Maybe that's the same look of someone who wants you to think that they've got their eye on you and you should be afraid, very afraid.

Wiccans and satanists aren't very funny people and neither is John Kerry.

I will try to convert Satan's little buddy covertly but not overtly, then

I will pray for my new"Y" weight mate.

I know Jesus would be thrilled to have these men as converts.

Next time I see the batboy at the "YMCA" I'll tell him that Jesus loves him and
that he should check out my blog.

Here's my blog address. I hope he doesn't kill me.

I need to wear a bigger crucifix.