chaz:
Your followers have met in the Everglades last Sunday in an evening rally. After hearing of your feats, new recruits joined the most fervent followers in our chant,
" chaz . . . chaz . . . chaz. . . ." As evening fell and we proceeded with the ritualistic lighting of the fires, we consumed handsfulls of dirt and attempted to lift the front end of a fellow disciple's Hummer in vain. Only our vaulted leader has the strength to do that.
We know as you've said that you're all seeing, all knowing. And as
Johnny Rivers sang:
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I can tell your future, it will come to pass
I can do things to you make your heart feel glad
Look in the sky, predict the rain
Tell when a woman's got another man
I'm the one, oh I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh sonThe prophets Willie Dixon, Rivers and Crash Craddock have predicted you'd come.
We've gathered in the Everglades for you to lead us. We've joined together and passed the plate and have $123,842 as an offering to you, plus an airboat, two pit bulls and a disciple's sister. We await your blessing.
If you want us to send the money, say the word. I'll send $61,971 and one of the dogs and probably the sister -- we do have overhead and staff here. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />