Because it's Friday, and who doesn't want to laugh on Friday?

From my real-life friend, Maori's blog.

Yesterday...
I saw an aspiring evangelist in the 7 train tunnel. Only, he sucked. He lacked passion. He lacked a doomsday approach. He lacked brimstone, Jesus, the bible, personal hygiene, and no one was listening to him. I needed to rectify the situation. I was late for swimming, but this, clearly was more important. Gripping my throat and spluttering, I staggered around wildly, trying to make my eyes bulge, and my knees buckle. I threw myself at the evangelist’s feet, and beseeched him to save me. I exchanged a private glance with the man and his eyes widened in comprehension. He tapped my head, my shoulders, and uttered, passionately, “Rise my daughter, God accepts you into his bosom.” I jumped to my feet, shouted, “Hallelujah!” and ran off.