Memorial.....the time of year where we meditate on the supposed significance of Jesus' death and watch all types of crazy mufuckas come out of the woodwork. Anyway, we had a new sister move into our territory and lo and behold claims she's of the anointed. She was all of 40 years old, 350 pounds, friendly, feels that the friends should treat her with special reverence "since she's one of Christ's brothers" (wouldn't that be sisters?). Anyway we brothers were like, cool....whatever...we'll go ahead and count her when she partakes but also include a note to the Society stating our reservations.
Time comes for the Memorial and she enters the hall right before with a large yellow feathered hat (at least 24-30 inches in length) and a neon green dress, takes a seat on the last row in the back of the hall. We're like....awww, man. Talk ensues, emblems are being passed, and sister proceeds to NOT take the unleavened bread. Brothers are like COOL. Maybe she's had her thoughts readjusted on her supposed calling. Wine is now being passed around and the speaker is giving various scriptural commentary on 1st century events while emblems are being passed. Brother keeps on talking and talking almost as if he's stalling. He then stops talking as the wine has not yet returned to the front. There's a dead silence as everyone turns around, looks in the back of the KH and hears annoying slurping sounds. It's the sister....partaking the wine........FROM A STRAW........