Driving back to Iowa from Nashville this weekend, my lovely wife and I passed the Leviathan-sized giant cross of Effingham, Illinois. Or, as I would dub it if I lived there, the "effing gianormous cross of Effingham."
"Jesus Christ," B said when she saw it.
"Exactly," I said.
Soon after basking in this multi-storied Christian grandeur, we saw a sign for a Bible Factory Outlet store. That prompted this conversation:
Me: "What the hell do you sell at a Bible Factory Outlet store?"
B: "Beats me. Maybe used Bibles?"
Me: "Hmm... that could be cool. What if you could buy Bibles that were used in an exorcism?"
B: "No one would want something like that."
Me: "Are you kidding? I would totally buy a Bible that had been used to cast out demons."
B: "No one normal would want something like that."