Mr. Universe sent me a freakin' Chick Tract!

All I wanted was a better grip, man…

Lemme splain: I was looking for workout gloves (I’m a gymrat now. No, really, I am - it’s kinda freakish and hard to believe, but I swear. For months now…blood pressure’s dropped 30 points, I could probably kick your ass a little bit.) and I saw on ebay something touted as better for certain lifts than workout gloves. “Power Grips”, designed by Mr. Universe/Mr. America/Mr. I Got Big Goddamn Muscles and I’ve Got Plenty of Awards to Prove It Guy Joe Meeko. They looked handy. Dare I say dandy. I order them. They arrive with astonishing speed.

I greedily rip open the package (I love packages…“Stuff! I have New Stuff!”) and what should tumble out along with the Power Grips, (which are, in fact, both handy AND dandy) but a goddamn Chick Tract!!

Oh man… you got fucking Chick Cooties all over my handy dandy new workout stuff! EW!! And worst of all, I GAVE YOU MONEY!!! DOUBLE EW~!!!

Now I have to feel guilt and shame for being complicit in the spread of Chick Cooties every time I do my lat pulldowns.

Goddamnit.

“Unh!”

The power of Christ compels You!

“Unh!”

You’re going to burn in Hell unbeliever!

“Unh!”

Godless Whore!

Shut up gloves!

Could you use one to masturbate?

I’m not sure why that came to mind.

I’m going go out on a limb, here: I’m generally a tolerant person, but I gotta say anyone who maturbates to a Chick tract is one sick fuck. I’ve heard of a lot of perversions on the internet, but that takes the cake!

Wow! I’ve never seen one in the wild! You should mount it on your wall.

Er, I mean, you should make a trophy out of it. What you yourself acrobatically do to things on your wall is your own business.

Sorry, I meant the glove, not the tract. I suppose you could use the tract to wipe up afterward.

It happened to me once too. I bought a video game, and along with it came a Chick Tract. :mad: Hurray for the feedback system. I actually put “Received video game, but did not appreciate religious spam enclosed” I couldn’t get the Chick Tract cooties off my game, but at least people looking up his feedback could avoid him if they didn’t want to be spamed too.

I hear some guys find Little Susie quite attractive. :dubious:

Was the tract sealed in the original packaging with the grips, or in the packing provided by the eBay seller? I’ve had at least one eBay seller include religious material with his merchandise (though nothing as odious as a Chick tract.)

In either case, I agree that some sort of purification ceremony is in order.

That’s amusing-- Driving out religious superstision with more superstition!

Which tract was it?

“Bless my soul, Algernon! I believe we have a sighting! The rarely seen Stoid bird! Beeyutiful plumage!..”

I would imagine it was slipped into the package by a member of staff by their own decision, rather than included as a matter of company policy. I know that I have seen instructions to the effect that Christians working in packaging jobs should try to insert such material - not sure whereabouts I read it though.

Congrats, Stoid. Keep it up.

Maybe Mr Universe sent you the tract so you could test your strength by ripping it up like a nasty little hate-filled phone book.

Can’t stop the signal, man.

The tracts are coming from inside the building. GET OUT NOW!

Damn straight. :slight_smile:

I’m figuring the Buffy-Bot was the one who really sent the tract, since Mr. Universe got killed near the end of Serenity.

The line where the lawyer says, “We’ll settle this–on our knees!” (to which one almost involuntarily adds, “. . . bitch!”) always gives me a little bit of a stiffie.

I bought a bilingual Bible (KKJV–Korean King James Version) here a couple of months ago because I needed a Bible with Korean in parallel with English and a KJV one also. So, I was thrilled to see the bilingual one! The box it was packed in had some literature in it, including a catalog for Chick tracts in Korean. Scary.

Masterbating on/with the glove would definitly get the Chick out of them, but then they’d be all sticky.

I suggest submersing them in whiskey followed by 3 hours in a closed box with a tape of AC/DC blasting. Ozzie would also do.

That would certainly be disorienting.