I absolutely agree. Today only in a few online sex shops you could purchase a toy comfortably. I wish in webspace would appear more customer-friendly sites.

WWJD?

Who Would Jesus Dildo?

I wonder if they’re affiliated with http://www.divine-interventions.com

Yes Collin, it’s hateful to disparage oppressed minority groups. But when it disparages hypocritical, hornier-than-thou Christofascists, it’s HILARIOUS!

God bless you Kevin and Joy! 

We are a married gay couple in a) Massachusetts b) Spain c)Canada.  We are looking for hot sex toys to rock our queer and legal marriage covenant.  What do you suggest?

Did you go ahead with the order?  Perhaps give us a personal review of the products.  Heh.

“Oh honey! That John the Baptist, ribbed, remote
controlled, vibrating, self lubing anal probe
you ordered is here!”

What more can I say?

Well, lots. A whole lot. I just don’t have
enough time in my life to do this one justice.

I’m going to the site right now.

Maybe they carry “blessed ben wa balls”!
How about an inflatable Virgin Mary?

It all makes sense. This is why people
say “oh, God, oh, God!” during sex.
This is an epiphany!

Good name - Joy Wilson. Is that a new name she gave herself after discovering “marital aids”?

The coming of age of christoporn. Mind you, they wouldn’t be the first to be shafted by religion.

And if it was to disparage
Jews
Black
Homosexuals

it would be a hate crime.  No?

Collin

http://www.evangelicalperspective.blogspot.com

I hope this site is frequented by many christians and that other christians develop similar websites for sex toys and pornography so that they can all wallow publicly in their hypocrisy. The more these things become common-place among christians, the less they will harass the rest of us about it.

What would Jesus order?

I’ll comment if & when I stop laughing so hard. This is absolutely hilarious!

This website really proves a couple of very important points about the way Christians posit their beliefs, sugar coated with catch phrases like “praying on” this and that in order to make the right decision – oddly close to “preying on”, mind you – and the other more fiscally esoteric notion that only married couples might truly be able to enjoy a vibrating “2 Touch Bunny.” 

Well, I had to go look around.  TheyÂ’ve got a fantastic assortment of “Edibles,” though nothing – absolutely NOTHING – about the body of Christ.  One would think that being so close to His Holiness might afford at least some props tossed up to El JesusÂ… no such luck. Not even a mention about the likely bulbous manhood of Samson, or perhaps some odd account about what freak in bed he must have been to be so willing to “eat honey out of a lion carcass.”

So with Book22Â’s virtues in mind, I did a little shopping, and assembled a cart full of goodies, some of which included the aforementioned Bunny, an Elastomer Ring, and what trip to the Holy Den of Sin would be complete without a Turbo 8 Accelerator, something to read the Psalms by, right?  Not mine, my friend, not mine.

Registered, gave away my personal info, and offered to pay by check.  Now, hereÂ’s the important part, this is where you listen closely to the words that youÂ’re sounding out right now:  Nowhere within the entire purchasing process is a “Marital Status” widget that allows one to select from Married, Single, Divorced, etc.  Nowhere in Book22Â’s Mission Statement do they state that they actually enforce the commandments put forth on that page.  Apparently, some cock chugging homoÂ’s money is just as good as GladysÂ’ when it comes time to buy butt plugs.  And thereÂ’s the rub.  All that banter, all the prying, and praying, and preying on all their friends and family, and at the end of the day, these muthafuckas donÂ’t give a ratÂ’s ass about whoÂ’s buying.  But they will, if they deem it necessary, put a Jesus sticker over the lewd shot of Candy Assmunch accepting 3 devices simultaneouslyÂ…apparently married or not, Christian or not, madame Candy is likely not having the kind of wholesome fun that youÂ’re likely to want to seeÂ…I just wonder how many of those stickers actually stay on once the double-bagged poonanay penetratorÂ’s been delivered. 

Anybody for Badminton?