The Churchy Boys
So...so I'm driving to work this morning, it's 5:30 in the fargin' ay-em. The college kids have mostly dispersed for the summer, although a few are still seen doing The Long Walk of Shame home after hooking up with someone-or-other at the bar.
What do I see walking down the sidewalk?
Two Jehovahs Witnesses.
The boys that always walk around with black dress pants, white shirts, and long ties.
"Walking" was not quite the word..."schlepping" is more like it.
It's 5:30 in the morning.
They can't be going to houses, knocking on doors with "Watchtower" tracts in their hands, asking to come in to tell you about a "wondrous hope for the future". Not at that hour.
They must have been partying.
All night long.
I hope to Hell they got lucky.