Let the Fog Horns free!

I had many children in the audience that started laughing at the freedom. One old lady in the front row fainted. A dancer who was hiding and praying under the pulpet pukedbher brains out

The holy ghost came right out of me

The holy ghost screamed for mercy

The Mayor said the fevil came out of me with a filthy stench

Mayor said the Devil... dam fucken lhone

Welcome back.

This didn’t happen in a North Carolina Motel 6 did it?

Thank you sir. And yes sir...

Those Motel 6 hookers usually have strong stomachs. It’s surprising she puked like that. The experience must have been like a second coming!

Reverend, it sounds like you had too many chackin torpedos and four Lokos on Saturday night. Maybe stick to light beer and popcorn so the fog horns don’t let out at the pew.

Reverend sir, we are opening a chapel in Northern Florida. We would be honored with your presence at the blowing of the horns of Gabriel.

I will thank about this Vince.

I guess I need to turn to the word and learn more about this subject of the fog horns of gabriel

Preach, Brother Foghorn!

Mack Truck says you are rong, and that you need an air-horn to be truly free.