And why not? You ain't learning nothing. Going in a wretched heathen and coming out a wretched heathen, just hungry. Time to go eat. Pathetic. I see this every week. traffic jam by the local mega-church. one big fashion show and meat market. Women getting outta their cars still got on their Saturday night mini skirt hooker dresses showing all manner of asscrack, thongs, and legs, with the same dirty drawls on. and the Dickons(Deacons) are looking hard and heavy too. You're there to hook up too so it's no worries. It's an "understanding" you have. You in da Lawd's house. just slide the number, you'll catch up later. If you were one of the unlucky ones Saturday night at the club, don't worry, You are almost guaranteed to score a few numbers at Church on Sunday. and quite possibly round the bases with a home run quicker than your buddies did on Saturday. The story about the Preacher's daughter is true. She's a stone cold freak. Church = the Best place to Hook Up on Sunday. hands down. who disagrees?