For there is but one Lord Pretty, and he is a generous God, visiting unslackable desire
upon generations of them that love Him.
Whether you fancy Agent Jack Bauer, McDreamy, or James "Sawyer" Ford, above all
you must remain steadfast and loyal to the one true Pretty.
Even when accidentally doing a double take to stare at the checkout guy's sexy buzz cut.
And make haste unto The Church to offer them up for communal worship.
Wrinkled khaki pants, professorial tweed jackets, baggy gray T-shirts, freebie baseball caps, hopelessly worn out shoes, brown/tan/taupe/camel/beige everything – it's all good.
And get thee to a TV on Monday nights at 8pm EST/7pm CST to receive thy Pretty blessings.
It's all part of the plan – "The Pretty Plan" of course. We shall convert them one and all.
That's an easy one, no?
Instead of giving up chocolate, meat, or other vice, you must brush up on your Wenticon
in preparation for your next round of Scrabble with your TV boyfriend.
While we may be twelve year old fangirls in spirit, we have the wisdom and maturity
to know Our Lord Pretty deserves the utmost respect and reverence.
This is for congregants own safety and
the prevention of injuries caused by nasal beverage expulsion (i.e. coffee through the nose). Worshippers would also no longer have to replace
keyboards, monitors, and other electronic equipment ruined by involuntarily spewed
solids
and liquids (although when it comes to drool, you're on your own).
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