Mad Radio Sermon
This was the White James Brown of preachers! I’ll bet he was skinny. I’ll bet the veins bulged on his aged and hairless skull as he threatened his audience in God’s name. Mr G’s Man On The Ground, so to speak. I’ll bet sweat trickled down his egg-shaped, parchment cranium as he called down curses on whatever helpless fatties were listening while they sucked down a thick chocolate milkshake.