The Methodist Church in my neighborhood had their annual book sale this weekend, and I managed to score four books for six bucks! (Sweet!) I like going because it's a bunch of Park Slope folks getting rid of their old, hip, deep-thought-filled books, so there are always a few that grab me right away.
This year, however, I think Jesus might have been a little let down by the quality of the merchandise. Because I managed to walk out of a house of worship toting The Best Erotica of 1994.
Yeah, I bought smut at the church (for cheap!).
I called my parents to tell them of my great find, except they couldn't understand what I was saying.
"Do you think Jesus would mind that I bought erotica at the church?" I asked.
"You bought what?" they said in unison over speakerphone.
"Erotica," I said, shielding my mouth while heading to the grocery store.
"What?"
"EROTICA," I said.
"WHAT?"
"Do I have to shout it to you guys while I'm on the sidewalk?? EEEE-RAAAH-TIIII-CAHHHH!"
"Oh!" And then my parents fell into paroxysms of laughter that would make the angels weep.
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1994 was a great year in neurotica for me.
You are funny. I am not.
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