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Nice BBQ pit. I'm going. It won't be so bad. I'll have to work on a farm for 4 hours and then read the bible for 4 more hours. Then eat a delicious meal for an hour and pretend to be interested in my cult members. Then get to know a special friend and have sex with him/or her in a tiny bunk. It would sound great if it didn't sound so much like prison.

Did you sing on that kids tape that all those songs like "We're Standing on the W-O-R-D" and "Little Tin Soldier" and "He Made it Just For Me". I listened to that tape ALL the time.

I stayed at the Wierwille home several times for extended periods of time, when I would go stay with my grandma (who was one of Mrs. Wierwille's closest friends in the world). The funny thing is out of all that time I don't remember him being talked about much at all. They did have a fireman pole that went from the landing to a bed bedroom that was REALLY fun to go down, so I didn't much give a crap. Mrs. Wierwille and my Grandma should have went Thelma & Louise on him. My granddad was an abusive alcoholic. It would have been great.

Oh, thank you Jeebus for this wonderdul video. I love it. It's so well timed. The tap sequence is awesome!!! What's the story with this video though? No one knows who made it? Did you just stumble on it at YouTube? Crazy. This is going on my crappy myspace page. Oh, this will also help me explain my stupid cult to new friends. I'll just send them this link.

My favorite philosopher is Henry David Thorough. Or Henry David Through.

Do you guys remember that book and tape that was put out, probably in the late 80s? It had the song above, plus many others like Standing on the W-O-R-D. My grandma gave me that as a kid and I wore it out. I loved the songs and the pictures in that book so much. I believe my favorite song was the "He made it all for me, every flower every tree..." (however it goes). Then they stopped selling it because the people who produced it left. Too bad. It seems like all the halfway decent artists and musicians left during the fog years, so I missed out on a lot of the cool things there may have once been.

OK, so I moved to California about 5 years ago. When I was growing up in the Way, I'd always heard how big California limb meetings were compared to many other states (such as Idaho where I lived at one point). So then I get here, and it was pretty good size (for a post-POP Way that is). The LCs had fellowship in their house and it was always a lot of people (up to 30 maybe), plus there were quite a few other fellowships in the area. We went to the LC fellowship up until we left TWI. We've been out for about a year and a half. Found out today that when EVERYONE shows up at fellowship at the LC house their meeting consists of: the LC family, an old married couple (sometimes with their mentally unstable son), and a family five. So that's about 15 people at the LIMB COORDINATOR'S own fellowship. This is in Southern California. Also, there's MAYBE one or two other fellowships in the branch left, and those hardly have anyone in them either. In fact they had to start having double-branch meetings with the fellowships by San Diego by the time I was claiming my escape pod. I surely hope this is a good indicator of what's going on with the rest of the cult.

Yeah same here. If on the off chance I was going to bring someone new I made sure to call ahead and make sure we weren't playing a tape for fellowship.

I think that's what this diagram was actually.

10) You have two "casually nice" outfits and wear them over and over. 9) You're in your seat 15 minutes early at every party. 8) You watch "Jesus Camp" and realize you know that lady. 7) You feel that Pokemon is a distraction from the one true God. 6) You were the "security expert" during your Y2K planning sessions. 5) When you hear a preacher that sounds "right", you're convinced that he's had the class. 4) You and your roommates keep all your household funds in an intricate system of envelopes. 3) You maintain an index card file on all of your friends. 2) You record Lost because you can't miss fellowship. 1) You suspect your best friend is a homo fantasizer.

Boy, another thread just reminded me of how much I missed doing sentence diagrams with a bible verse! Remember, if you were in a pinch for a teaching that you had to give at fellowship, you could just pick a staple verse and take it apart word-for-word. Good times. Remember that card we got at an AC special or something that had that diagram of Greek words? It had a circle and other markings, along with the Greek word for each symbol's status. My favorite word from a young age was "pros", which I was told by my twig coordinator meant "together with, but distinctly independent of". OK, whatever. I really should have gone to Jesus Camp. That would have probably been more fun. At least there I could wear camo facepaint and do interpretive dance about the book of Judges.

Personally, I never understood a single word he said.

Cussing is such an intelligent way to enforce your position. It must be why I see it a lot during election debates or political speeches. It's pretty funny when people say that sometimes swearing is the best or only way to make people realize how important your message is. It just dawned on me how sad that though it is, and how right my mother was. I know I've lost it and went into swearing fits before and it never helps me do anything but make my situation worse.

That guy would probably make a great Limb Coordinator. After all, you never see the Linebacker actually witnessing, just beating the tar out of anyone with the slightest reservation about anything. Oh, and the guys he jacks aren't wearing any padds or anything, so they're probably injured pretty good. Cool.

There was one? I'm surprised my inlaws aren't going. Jeeze, 800? Didn't they used to at least get a couple thousand at those things? The last few that I went to were real snoozers. At least the ones that Craig "taught" at were interesting, in a PBS occult special kind of way.

You know, I don't know why anyone's worried about the profanity I used at the MySpace group. They are Wayfers after all. They most likely all cuss like sailors. Or if not them, then their dads, so they're probably used to it. Thanks for comparing me to Michael Richards. :)

Your captions are all cracking me up. Please keep them coming. "For this week's teaching, I'm just going to read straight from this book. For 45 minutes. You can help me by ratting out anyone you catch closing their eyes."

Jess: It's great to be back in touch! Well, looks like the thread was finally deleted. So much for that. It lasted a lot longer than I thought it would.

Lorna: No problem. I consider it a disagreement over how I presented myself initially, which is totally cool. I apologized and moved on to a more civil tone. At any rate, I'm glad someone else has picked up the torch, because I can't afford to spend any more time over there. You guys are great.

Wow. I want to read so much more about this. It's fascinating. What is this book by Jimmy Doop? Is it scheduled for publication?

This one ought to be good... "Put those sweater puppies away. This is the Research Closet, for crying out loud!"

From my wifey; "Susie, would you like to read?" "Uhhhhh, where were we?"

Who the heck reads like this??? Anyway, I'm normally pretty quick to come up with a joke for a picture, but I've got nothing. Anyone want to give this thing a funny caption? "OK, you can share mine THIS week, but you need to get your own subscription right away." Two or three if you have a husband and kid. LOL.

I did apologize for the language. It is their board and I forgot the audience probably has a lot of young followers. I'm surprised that it generated any conversation at all. If it was my site, I would have deleted it for the language alone. I expected it gone by morning. I'm sorry if I've offended the users here by my language there. I have much respect for you all.

Wow. I'm just really ticked off that even a year and a half later, this crap still consumes my thoughts. I think that's really why I fired off like that. I'm sick of it. 30 years of living with it was too much. Why can't I just completely forget about it? I used to jokingly tell people I was in a cult. I think that was just one way I tried to deal with it. Now my coworkers are all like "Tell us about the cult, dude!" and I just don't even know what to say. They want to hear crazy stories and weirdness. I used to like getting it off my chest, but now I just get ....ed off about everything and it will spoil a night. Anyone here go to a therapist at all about any of this stuff?