This blog written by a Christian bookstore employee is sure to be an endless source of fascination and horror.
I’ve said it before, but one of the many strange things Mr. Maud and I have in common is a family legacy of founding Christian bookstores.
At my mom’s bookstore, Jack Chick tracts were all the rage, and I spent some time last week, after writing the Halloween post, reliving my childhood. While it looks like Mr. Chick has updated the STD in his cautionary tale about sex from herpes to AIDS, he hasn’t bothered to update the 1970’s lingo. Heavy, man.