TheLostCityoftheIncan Presbyterian
The guide was half dead no food no water for several days he neared the church and heard the piano tinkling the keys were all off white. The Priest looked like a bearded bum but he was nice inside. The guide keeled over and the Priest hauled out a bucket of water to revive him just like they used to do on all them movies to wake up a drunk. Sputtering and starving he cried out. And the Priest took him into the sanctuary to leave him only long enought to find the dinner he had just left out for him to thaw it was a long burritoe still partially frozen he had wrapped it in a honey glazed donut case to keep it from making a mess and he handed it now to the poor blind guide and he ate it frozen bites and all gone. When the man could move around a little the Priest was gay in secret he desired this guide and tried to make him understand. BLUNTLY. You are a morphodite. The Guide shook in horror. NO. He shouted up at this big tall Presbyterian Priest. MEN do not play piano. The Priest got an evil glint in his eye at this slight little blind leader of the tribe. Thats when the band started playing Mel Brooks came out on stage to tell his drinking jokes and right then this Presbyterian nightmare ended was when CharlaX just woke up.
