From the shelves of the ReligioNuts™ comes a frightening children’s book that’s sure to minister to the damaged souls of your Halloween-loving children. If they have been abused by pagans, pornographers, and suicidal cult leaders, this may be the best choice for a bedtime story I’ve ever seen.
And yes, this is a real book.
So kids, the lesson is: Don’t take candy, butt medicine, or magic juice from strangers!
Everybody together now: What the fuuuck?
(Hat tip: Awful Library Books)
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