Branson

I recently went on a road trip to Branson with a group of ladies from my church.  Now…let me tell you, these are fine upstanding Christian ladies; HOWEVER, when they go out of town, something happens to them.  All sense of propriety seems to evaporate like chocolate panties on a hot afternoon.   We have a wonderful, anointed pastor, but honestly…she has GOT to have the patience of Job to ramrod these trips.  There’s a couple of ladies in the group (I won’t mention their name), I’ll just call them Sug and Juicy.  Lord, help us all, Jesus!  Words can’t really explain their demented mind.  You’ll just have to see the picture below. 

The group went to the Presley’s show and thoroughly enjoyed their performance.  Evidently, Sug and Juicy did too.  I hope the Presley’s will allow us to return.

Now what in the world could she be drinking?

See the lady in front...she's still sleeping it off.  hahahaha.

Me and my BFF happened to be in one of Branson’s stores…you know the one…the store with all the pretties in it.  LOL.  Well, I was standing by Juicy when she spotted something she couldn’t live without.  She hiked out at a dead run down the narrow isle, knocked over a little old lady and her shopping cart, continued sprinting down the isle and with one bound, jumped over a row of hanging clothes and nosed-dived into a display of king size satin sheets.  Lord, help us all!  Haven’t seen “Sista Juicy” move that fast since the last time we had a Jericho March on a Sunday mornin’.  I learned a lesson…stay outta of Juicy’s way when satin sheets are in her sights. 

I think Juicy had a picture of our Pastor on her back.  My, my.

You really need to pray for this group.

Awesome group of ladies.