I’ve warned you in advance. My husband is a much bigger goofball than I am. When we got home from shopping at Target last night (me and the kids) he greeted us in the driveway with aluminum foil on his head acting like Tom Cruise the Scientologist. A bit of Tom’s psychosis mixed in with the movie “Signs” starring Mel Gibson and you have my hysterical husband. Tonight he put the foil back on his head and took a picture of himself. Our kids think he’s the funniest thing on the planet (that’s Earth, not Venus or Xenu or whatever other dimension Ron Hubbard had thought up in his creepy little mind).
As you can plainly see, this whole Scientology thing has us cracking the heck up. We are being viciously judgmental and wildly comedic at their expense. We are. I’ll admit it. But, honestly, how can we not? Have any of you checked out their belief system? I don’t know about you, but if Charles Manson (yes, that guy) thinks Scientology is crazy, well what else can you say? That’s the pot calling the kettle black right there folks. He should know crazy. He’s an expert.
Have a good one.