Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Christ, How Can I Gamble Now?

Here is the view from our first room at the Tropicana Hotel in Atlantic City before we switched to a new room facing the ocean. Clearly the ocean is not the only reason I wanted a new room.




In case you can't see it too well, click on the photo--the sign on that church says "CHRIST DIED FOR OUR SINS" and I don't think it's placement was accidental. Right smack in your grill so you don't screw your tits off and gamble your life away in Atlantic City? Buzz kill. Thanks a lot, Christ.

5 comments:

lisagh said...

Yeah. Stupid Jesus ruins everything.

Some Guy said...

They always want to make their presence known in supposedly sinful places. I remember a whole bunch of evangelizers being at Mardi Gras. I propose a deal: They stay away from our meccas of sin and debauchery and I won't go Sunday morning and throw beads at their preachers.

Dale said...

It wasn't for our sins, it was because he blew it all on slots. I hear Mary Magdalene was quite a slot in her day.

Just Spence said...

is it actually physcially possible to screw one's tits off? cuz that'd be pretty weird.

Moderator said...

God bless you.