That is utter discrimination. Soooo patriarchal and closed-minded.
Jelly wrestling is an ancient religious worship that strengthens the nails and softens the skin, just in time for summer. It is an important rite or right, no better or worse than Easter eggs and just as important to some people!
Kudos to the Wheatsheaf Tavern for trying to keep this ancient custom alive. And what is wrong with the human body? That is just a case of the intolerance of a celibate priesthood!
This is how theocracy plants its insidious seeds – first, they come for the semi-nude jello wrestlers, then they will come for the polyamorist cannibis farmers, then they will come for the Druid pan flautists, and then there will be nobody to speak for me.
Exactly. And thanks to your inspiration, I’m going to play the Pan-flute at the Easter Vigil in protest of this arrogant, Euro-centric trampling on the jelly-wrestlers’ right to freedom of expression–the freedom to celebrate according to one’s own ancestral customs!! That will show them.
Geeeee….ya think? Jell-o wrestling just doesn’t cut it for Easter. But now, fill a small swimming pool with sponge cake, icing, and little Jelly beans sitting ontop of green shreaded coconut, and then you might have something.
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That is utter discrimination. Soooo patriarchal and closed-minded.
Jelly wrestling is an ancient religious worship that strengthens the nails and softens the skin, just in time for summer. It is an important rite or right, no better or worse than Easter eggs and just as important to some people!
Kudos to the Wheatsheaf Tavern for trying to keep this ancient custom alive. And what is wrong with the human body? That is just a case of the intolerance of a celibate priesthood!
I’m so offended!
😉
This is how theocracy plants its insidious seeds – first, they come for the semi-nude jello wrestlers, then they will come for the polyamorist cannibis farmers, then they will come for the Druid pan flautists, and then there will be nobody to speak for me.
Tapioca pudding would be understandable. Jell-O? Gross.
This is how theocracy plants its insidious seeds
Exactly. And thanks to your inspiration, I’m going to play the Pan-flute at the Easter Vigil in protest of this arrogant, Euro-centric trampling on the jelly-wrestlers’ right to freedom of expression–the freedom to celebrate according to one’s own ancestral customs!! That will show them.
Geeeee….ya think? Jell-o wrestling just doesn’t cut it for Easter. But now, fill a small swimming pool with sponge cake, icing, and little Jelly beans sitting ontop of green shreaded coconut, and then you might have something.