Pizarro had his El Dorado, Coronado, his Cibola, and we've long searched for a legendary land ourselves. But ours is not of gold-filled streets, but rather of golden-tanned legs. We've long heard legends of places where flocks of stunning women regularly congregate, but outside of the sorority houses of "safety schools" and Jack Johnson concerts, we've been unable to find them.
That is until this morning at Gateway Community Church. It was incredible!!! Droves and droves of gorgeous young women, and many were attending solo. Just as surprising was this house worship's dress code, or rather the lack thereof. Cleavage-wielding necklines and thigh exposing dresses were all the rage. So much so that we felt compelled to let out a rousing Hallelujah!
3 comments:
found you holy city have you?
looks like i may be joining ya at church
ah. i remember the days of church sluts.
back before, when i used to go to church.
there was one girl, my favorite, who would wear skirts that you could literally see her ass in. it was so great to see the old people get pissed off. i secretly cheered her on in inside.
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