The other day, on across the tracks,
I saw a man eating moldy tic tacks.
I walked to him, and then I knew,
He was a Calvinite, oh me, phew.
His bearded face, and breath of beer,
Reminded me of truths so dear,
Short hair, and long dresses,
Keep old timey folks out of messes.
The other day, on across the tracks,
I saw a man eating moldy tic tacks.
I walked to him, and then I knew,
He was a Calvinite, oh me, phew.
His bearded face, and breath of beer,
Reminded me of truths so dear,
Short hair, and long dresses,
Keep old timey folks out of messes.
Tell me those drones aint being sent by Calvinitism to stop old timey preaching from reaching trillions on Roku and I will tell you about some ocean front property in Johnson City.
Until Rafters are uncovered in our churches, old timeyism is dead as a doornail, regardless of how loud you shout, how fast you sprint, how far you spit, and how fervently you rebuke Schiltz.
Friends, though not my original account that had multiplied thousands of followers, this account was suddenly restored today. I think it means something.
Hi, this is Mrs. Fundy Rules. Sometimes I post on my late husband’s account but today I started a new account @Distraught12194 - in honor of our departed, but devoted, and determined darling, Dr. Fundy Rules, please help me get to 1k (millennium) followers.
Hi, this is Mrs. Fundy Rules. Thanks to my late husband’s old timey will, I was able to go grocery shopping this morning. I miss him but a lady still got to have 3 square meals a day. No sardines in this cart.
Brethren and Sisteren, I have not been able to revive the glory days of the original Fundy Rules. Thanks for all the memories. RIP, old Fundy Rules. You were the GOAT.
Most people in NC still don’t know the connection between rusty sardine cans, moldy broth and Calvinites. Sad. Help me get message out with feet on the ground and a hefty donation.