My husband and i have a secret to making our marriage last. Twice a week we go to a nice restaurant,drink a little wine,eat nice food, and enjoy a good conversation. He goes on Tuesdays and I go Friday.
Before Elvis, there was Sister Rosetta Tharpe.
Before Elvis, there was Big Mama Thornton.
Before Elvis, there was B.B. King.
Before Elvis, there was Chuck Berry.
Before Elvis, there was Roy Hamilton.
Before Elvis, there was Little Richard.
Before Elvis, there was Ray Charles.
Before Elvis, there was Mahalia Jackson.
So yall mean to tell me that yall cool with putting milk & cookies out for a fictional character on Christmas but setting up an altar & venerating your ancestors is demonic? Lmfaooo