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Hump Day Every Day


It's Wednesday, hump day so it's all downhill from here on out. But just wait until next week, an entire week of humping in the Lone Star state! People will be walking funny probably by next Friday.

Ed Young, this preacher from some mega house of God in Texas, Fellowship Church, is planning ahead to screw his wife every day for seven straight beginning this Sunday. The thrust, so to speak, being that this will somehow be reclaiming sex for married couples only, as the good Lord intended. And of course nothing like a week of scheduled monkey love to prove that case.

"God says sex should be between a married man and a woman," Brother Young said. "I think it's one of the greatest things you can do for your kids because so goes the marriage, so goes the family."

Fucking one of the greatest things you can do for your kids? Really? Cool, why not recommend kicking it up a notch and letting the kids watch even.

He's also challenging his flock, the married ones only of the congregates, of course, to pencil in a daily screw as well. During his sermon this Sunday to beseech the throng to similarly carry on, he plans to deliver his conjugality discourse from in bed at front of the church. That should certainly help make clear the worth.

"I think our culture, sadly, has taken sex out of context, and we want to put it back in context," Young said. So I guess that his 20,000 minions who show up every week have a busy week ahead.

I think he's probably just horny and the Mrs. Young hasn't been putting out so much lately. Copulating for the sake of proving holiness and family, not to mention the sanctity of marriage ... how can she possibly refuse?

Maybe next Sunday he'll contrive some Divine argument about how imperative daily blow jobs for seven days could help with feeding God's starving children around the world. Makes just about as much sense. The guy is an idiot as are the church members there who show up for anything other than a good laugh.

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