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it's time to leave Scientology when...
It's Thursday.
1:59 pm...
And some delusional, self-righteous moron in a hokey naval costume has just marched up and begun a screaming tirade about how YOU are destroying the only chance to salvage all beings in the entire universe--because your LETTERS OUT stat went down by 3 that week.
And as the clock strikes 2:00 pm, you wonder for just a brief moment if "salvaging all beings in the entire universe" might best be started by salvaging yourself and blowing.
It's Thursday.
1:59 pm...
And some delusional, self-righteous moron in a hokey naval costume has just marched up and begun a screaming tirade about how YOU are destroying the only chance to salvage all beings in the entire universe--because your LETTERS OUT stat went down by 3 that week.
And as the clock strikes 2:00 pm, you wonder for just a brief moment if "salvaging all beings in the entire universe" might best be started by salvaging yourself and blowing.
