How bad can it get?

Tamara (date to save queen of hotness) is at it again. She has another update, another story. They just keep getting better...or worse. I found it quite entertaining regardless. So without further ado...

Date to Savers:

In my first full year in Holywood (proclaiming the name-change in faith!), I have met many beautiful people. Though not many of the women here are beautiful by birth as I am, plastic surgery holds up pretty well surprisingly. Nonetheless, it is still man trying in his own strength to be beautiful, instead of relying on God.

I met a plastic surgeon a few weeks ago while picketing outside his chop shop. He wasn't even that good looking, so I let him have it. "I wouldn't even date you after you performed surgery on yourself, which you need by the way! God made me hot, not you!"

He replied, "This is Hollywood and sometimes God needs a little help. Do you feel like you're helping God by picketing in front of my office?"

"HEY! I'm obeying God's Word, which is sharper than any two-edged sword. Look at you; you're only using blades that have one edge...which means I'm twice as good as you. And twice as hot."

He made me mad with the Lord's righteous anger, but alas I left the scene in sadness (just as the police officers came), knowing the truth of the matter: He will end up being twice as hot as me after all...when he comes into his resting place of burning Hellfire.

Love,

Tamara