Hartford vital statistics told me basically that because I am unable to "prove" that I am "active in the ministry" (a term which she was mostly unable to define, by the way) I could not perform marriages. Basically she asked if I do anything else besides marriages, like preaching and such....
I think I might just have to set up a local "service" at a bowling alley, put out some advertising, and shove it right up that undude dudess's lilly white arse. ;D
Do you do any of the stuff with Kiva? At least then you could say you're active in charitable pursuits.
Quote from: ispamforfood on February 18, 2011, 09:56:11 AM
Hartford vital statistics told me basically that because I am unable to "prove" that I am "active in the ministry" (a term which she was mostly unable to define, by the way) I could not perform marriages. Basically she asked if I do anything else besides marriages, like preaching and such....
I think I might just have to set up a local "service" at a bowling alley, put out some advertising, and shove it right up that undude dudess's lilly white arse. ;D
This aggression will not stand, man! This undudeness will not be abided! We know our rights, man.
Hell yeah, hold dudeism "services" in a bowling alley; a fellowship of bowling and throwing rocks, dudeism ritual of communion with other dudes with oat sodas and bar nuts, a lecture on reaching your inner peace through finding your personal rug, ball cleaning rituals, afterglow fellowship at the bar with a dudeism counselor where you talk about who has peed on your rug lately and get advice from another brother dudeist on keeping your johnson.
When the "bowling service" is over, the dudely gang heads over to the local In and Out Burger for a few burgers, a few beers (some light up a J), your troubles are over, dude. And, the more enlightened of the group solemnly speak wisdom and declare; "those are good burgers, dudes."
After the IAOB, its home for zesty coitus based on the evening lectures on finding your inner dudes.
Hell yeah, shove that up their undude asses. The government pricks!
Dudes, we know our rights!
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