Despite little Martyn's complete failure to acquire further territory for the glorious Church of Nigeria, he and Big Pete remain as close as ever. Moments after this photo was taken, the pair broke into a charming rendition of Evangelical Eric's favorite song, utterly disregarding the agonized screams arising from the assembled congregation.
I'm Father Christian and I teach the Bible.
PS. Aren't homophobes just so cute when they get all romantic and touchy-feely?
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It´s that old devil moon that´s sturring deep inside of thee...
It's a spiritual love, don'tcha know!
And Akinolas all wired up to ROCK ROUND THE CLOCK in his FORTUNE SEEKING, er, TELLING, outfit!
Yeah, what's with the headset?
Talking to God?
Now cany, we all know that ++Akinola has a hotline to God. How else would he be able to expound on all the issues of the day with as much conviction. I believe the number is Beechwood 45789
Here you go!
You can have this dance with me
You can hold my hand and
Whisper in my ear sweet words that I love to hear
(Whisper sweet words in my ear) Oh, baby
Don't be shy (don't be shy)
Just take-a your ti-ime (just take your time)
I'd like to get to know you (like to get to know you)
I'd like to make you mine (like to make you mine)
I've been wai-aiting, standing here so patiently
Fo-oh-oh-or you to come over and have this dance with me
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
Hey-ah-ay-ay
(La, La. La, La, La, La, La)
Oh, baby
(La, La. La, La, La, La, La)
Hey-ah-ay-ay>
Don't be shy (don't be shy)
Just take-a your ti-ime (just take your time)
I'd like to get to know you (like to get to know you)
I'd like to make you mine (like to make you mine)
Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
FADE
Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
It's all about the money, money, money. The dude in the pointed hat got used to the IRD's largess and has to stay friends else that collapses completely. Meanwhile the IRD billionaires found a more "credible" local leader in Mr. Duncan. I suspect the good Dr. Christian is far more careful when choosing bedfellows, financial and otherwise.
I can see why our favorite curate would get the warm fuzzies about that song...all that tortured howling and screaming has to remind him of those glorious days being immolated or strapped to a ladder and left to the elements just so he could get front of the line privileges when the Rapture jumps off.
And to have two of his Fav Anglican Idols covering it...whoa, that could bring about a swoon that borders on (shudder) idolatry!!! Quick hose our curate down before he does himself a mischief!!!
This looks like a serious, drooling, nad-pumping mancrush, almost like these two gents are getting ready to exchange body fluids and hunch on each other or something. They're like an old married couple in so many ways, with their minds totally synched. In their case, one of them can literally complete the sentences of the other one (by using Microsoft Word and an Internet connection). When I see these two men tenderly touching, the songs that come to my mind are: "I'm With Stupid" by the Pet Shop Boys, Devo's "Whip it," "Gay Messiah" by Rufus Wainwright, "Church of the Poison Mind" by Boy George and the Culture Club, "Master and Servant" by Depeche Mode, "Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other" by Pansy Division, "Never Can Say Goodbye" by the Communards, and George Michael's "Father Figure." Marty and Big Pete should open a gay outreach club called "Cocks in Frocks."
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