I found Mr. Potty mouth outside of an auto parts store. He was sitting on the curb drinking a beer. I greeted him with a million dollar bill.
Mouth: I don't want that. If it ain't real, I don't want the @#@#!
Me: Are you sure? It is a gospel tract. Do you have any spiritual beliefs?
Mouth: I guess so @#$$#@
Me: To you who is Jesus?
Mouth: I don't #@#! know. The man upstairs @!#@!
Me: Do you believe in a heaven in a hell?
Me: Where would you go?
Mouth: #@#! Heaven. I ain't done nothin wrong.
Me: If what you believed was wrong, would you want to know?
I gladly walked away from this guy. His tough guy demeanor made me think that he was going to assault me at any moment. Tomorrow, I'm going to witness before 6 pm. It can be rough when the sun comes down.
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