overhead from child to father

… while passing the Church of Scientology building …

“Dad, What’s Scientology?”
“Oh, Don’t worry about it.”


Actually I found a discarded Scientology book of some vintage, with a whole mass of writing all over the inside covers.  I was thinking of transcribing it — but my best guess is that it’s, like, an immature 17 year old boy trying (reasonably well, actually) to be potty mouthed in writing mock letters of “I want to be sexually dominated” manner.

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