My dad's running on the treadmill outside of my room right now and he's just yelling in tongues and it's annoying and creepy.
My dad's running on the treadmill outside of my room right now and he's just yelling in tongues and it's annoying and creepy.
Fucking tent revivals are wild for that shit. Hot night, mosquitos everywhere a barely coherent sermon with hours of shouting and old ladies falling out on the floor and getting home at midnight. The only reason I even cared to go was the food my aunts made for everyone beforehand.