As the long black limousine moved smoothly away, the entourage headed back up the steps. Behind them bounced 
Bubba Percy, returning from the New Deal Tavern, looking disturbed and puzzled. He stopped beside me and watched the car drive off. “Jesus fuck my ass!”
“Bubba, I don’t think that’s what they mean by taking Jesus as your personal savior.”
—Michael Malone, First Lady
Once upon a long time ago a friend in our music circle commented he was inserting the banjo into his repertoire. Another observed that must be a painful experience. You brought that wonderful memory back in full regalia with this post.
English is such a fun language with all the nuances that come along. Thanks for sharing this one.
I just couldn’t leave this one alone. ; )
Ours is a fractious world, it is true, but at least it can be said that in inscribing such rudery I didn’t need to fear, as was the case in so many previous ages, being set on fire at a stake, or having my head lifted from my body. : /
Thank goodness we no longer live in those dark time. Our local crowd of rowdies gets pretty irreligious at regular intervals. So far we have not incurred either a head removal or a lightning strike.