One of my family members was hung for his religious beliefs in England. The year was in the early 1600s. He was no a witch. Only a heretic. Not a Catholic either, so I know the pain of religious persecution and I listened with interest as Delaware Senate candidate announced on his first political ad, “I’m not a witch.”
These accusations date back to her admission of having made out on bloodied satanic altar as a teenager while listening to Motley Crew. The candidate portrayed the incident as simple teenage fun.
“We went to a movie and then had a little midnight picnic on a satanic altar.”
Picnic?
Satanic altar?
Blood?
This sounds like they BBQed the sacrifice.
I just hope that it wasn’t a cat.
They certainly don’t taste like chicken.