Naah, the site is dedicated to thrift store records. All the albums in Galleries L, M and O are Christian albums; if you look in other galleries, you’ll find other stuff. Heck, Gallery P is dedicated to “Girlie Covers,” including this racy little number and this quite unsafe for work job – hardly stuff that Pat Robertson would approve of.
Wow! Amazingly bad! Funniest damn thing I’ve heard in ages! (I know, it’s terrible to say that, but when he started “singing” “Mother, why did you kill me?” I was in hysterics. I need therapy, I know.
I knew exactly what it was from the title. My mother used to volunteer for an organization called Birthright. They are not so bad and would (will?) actually help women with low cost health care and baby supplies.
But I had to read this poem when I was about 7 and I had to watch the worlds worst slide show several times when I was a child. Basically the slides contained very graphic images of abortions. (could that be why I’m screwed up?) But even in 5th grade my skeptic was developing as one of the photos was an obvious fake and I pointed it out. Basically the photo was a trashcan with a half dozen 6 month old babies sleeping in it. Mom tried to insist that this was the result of one day at a medical college but I called no-way on that one.
Beware, this one is fourteen minutes long and if you thought Markie’s voice was grating in first saga you might want to pass on the batshit insane shrieking in this one.
The most amazing thing about this clip is how, after “the talk”, mom causally mentions to her daughter that if she doesn’t pick up her books, dad’s going to beat her with a shoe. Then they both laugh like it’s a big joke.
Baraqiyal, that’s exactly what makes it for me. What the hell?
I was a little disappointed that there’s no child abuse on the corresponding track for boys, although it really underscores how much attitudes about smoking have changed.