Oh people. Seriously? I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness. I didn’t celebrate anything. I sat out of things in school. And you know what? It was just fucking fine. It wasn’t a miserable life at all, it was the life I knew. It might not make sense to you, but die in a mother fucking fire is a tad strong.I’m all about religious freedom, but when you deny your child a cupcake during a classroom celebration and are completely okay with her crying then you deserve to die in a mother fucking fire.
You have no soul.
What religion denies cupcakes, unless you’re fasting? Children aren’t usually obligated to fast, though.
They are Jehovah’s Witness. They do not celebrate birthdays; therefore, the child does not get cupcakes.
They don’t celebrate anything. I know a guy from work who married a Jehova’s Witness. He hasn’t celebrated a birthday or anything since. What a miserable life that must be.
I meant for him, as he wasn’t born a Jehova Witness. But anyway, do you still live that life? I’m guessing no.
Wow, Jaimeleigh was a Jehova’s Witness? That explains a shit ton.
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