When you are sofa king sufed.

Hmmm....seems I recall many Saturday nights where everyone was talking in tongues. I knew it was religious cause the next morning you often heard “ Jesus Christ my head hurts!”.......

Owa tagoo siam.

Do wa diddy diddy dumb ditty stupid, it's unbelievable, but true.

Ho cee con didli ei, honda la seeka. I think I stole that from Jimmy Swaggart years ago and adults and children still say it, then tell you it means whatever they want it to mean at the time they say it.

LOL, beware, be VERY aware, your babies, your little Ankle-biters once their brain learns to control their vocal cords WILL begin to speak in tongues, the Holy Spirit has then entered them, exorcise these ' possessed ' babies and Ankle-biters immediately by educating them to be Atheists, otherwise WE WILL be over-run with incoherent, babbling little Chrustians....LOL.

When I was a kid growing up in a small rural town in Florida, there was a pentacostal church s short distance from our house. We kids called he church and its members "holy rollers." Just across the street from the church was an open space with s small grove of pine trees. The church had Sunday evening services. and in the hot Florida summertime the church front doors were left wide open. A couple of by buddies and I would occasionally site down in the grove where we could watch and where the pentacostals could not see us in the darkness.

We watched the goings on with humor and amazement. The members would go into fits as "the spirit hit them" and go into spasms on the floor. Others would start babbling on in intelligible sounds loudly and in prolonged spells. The whole thing was chaos brought on by "true belief in a religious dogma full of emotion, but lacking in intelligence.

What to say...... next up, dancing with snakes.