One of the fundamental reasons modern religion and the men that control it fails.

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From Bluebird of Bitterness, https://bluebirdofbitterness.com/

Sunday funnies

May 18, 2025

One Sunday morning, an old man wearing patched overalls, a faded shirt, and a frayed jacket entered a church as the service was about to begin. The church was in an affluent part of town, and everyone in the congregation was very expensively dressed. None of them greeted or welcomed the visitor.

After the service was over, the minister approached the old man and said, “Before you come back here again, you should have a talk with God and ask him what he thinks is the proper attire to wear to church.”

The old man assured the minister that he would. The following Sunday, he showed up again, dressed exactly as he had been the Sunday before. The minister took him aside and said, “I thought I asked you to speak to God before you came back here.”

“I did,” said the old man. “He told me he didn’t have a clue what I should wear. He said he’d never been inside here.”

Well, Crap

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I went out in the garage yesterday about ten minutes before I had to go to work to drop something off and discovered a bunch of water in the middle of the floor. Because there are machines and crap all over it took about thirty seconds for me to trace it back to the water heater. There was a steady drip coming out from under it and landing on the floor.

Insert your favorite profanity here, I’m know I used several.

I didn’t have time to mess with it so I grabbed a drain pan and threw under it because it’s up on a stand and headed out.

When I got home I went and checked on it and had to empty the drain pan. I figure it’s leaking about a gallon every six hours.

So I just spent all damn day cleaning out a pathway for whoever it is that is going to get to change it out.

The back of the truck is completely full of shit that I am going to take to the dump.

This is a rental so the rental management outfit gets to handle that.

Now that someone can actually get to it I have to figure out how to get in touch with this management outfit on a weekend.

It’s been a couple of years since I’ve had to do that, last time it was the dishwasher finally shit the bed as I recall.

I want to say that I have to email them through some fucking portal that requires a password.

This is going to be fun.

I’m thinking by the time I get that figured out and they finally send someone out here to replace this thing it will be Tuesday at the earliest. In the meantime I get to dump that drain pan ever few hours and it will be full by the time I get home from work Monday.

Joy Joy, it never ends.