When religion rots, it can emit a pretty peculiar stench.
For example look at Gator Mouth who acts a lot like a Waco mountie apologist.
Oh, these outlaws were at breastaurants, in a family plaza (huh? contradiction already) when they should have been sitting with the rest of the hypocrites in the churches that didn’t even think about trying to minister to bikers.
Jesus came to set this kind of junk straight, but he ended up getting the outlaw treatment too, with a hey nonny nonny and a ha-cha-cha on the cross.
Even the name screams breasts.
And it was a family plaza on a Sunday ...