This is what they were good for a few weeks ago:
Last week, I saw god peddlers down the street from my house. They were two women and they were handing out pamphlets. I was gleeful when I found that there was no flier on my door, as I assumed they hadn't already been by. The iron was hot and I was ready to strike. I made the necessary wardrobe changes, and when it was all over, I was clad only in Wranglers and steel-toed boots. I was beside myself with anticipation over what would happen when I opened my front door.
Within 15 minutes, my doorbell was ringing the most beautiful ring it had ever rung. I took a deep breath, and walked to the door and opened it. An older woman clapped her hand over her eyes, and the other woman gasped audibly. They both scurried away without a single word. They didn't even leave a flier:)
Why are religious people so afraid of boobs?