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Interested In:
Dating Men, Relationship with Men
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Member Since:
Jun 2004
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Hometown:
Lexington, VA
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Company:
CBN
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Pat's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/9512747
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Occupation:
Televangelist
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Affiliations:
Chruches all across the land
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What I enjoy doing:
Spreading the word of Christ, and helping to un-gay people
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Favorite Books:
the Bible (duh!)
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Favorite Movies:
the Ten Commandments
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Favorite Music:
Christian Praise Music
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Favorite TV Shows:
the 700 Club
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About Me:
Well, I'm just a Christian man who loves Christ and loves other Christians. I want people to be saved. When I learned about this whole Friendster thing, I knew I just had to sign up! What a great way to spread the word of our Lord Jesus, and tell dirty homos that they are going to the Lake of Fire.
When it comes down to what's wrong with the world, it's simple: Gays. There's nothing hotter than two men furiously thrusting their members into each others' mouths. And when I say "hotter" I'm referring to the inextinguishable heat of hell.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I want to meet men who work with their hands. Men who work the land. Men whose muscles ripple as they lift hefty steel gerters and concrete slabs. I want them to know them that I love them. I mean, after all, as a Christian, I love everyone.
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months, my morning routine consisted of
stumbling out of bed, making myself a
cup of dykey green tea, and watching
700 club on a fuzzy buffalo fox-affiliate. i
loved the format - news story, pat's
interpretation; news story, pat's
interpretation. now, pat's interpretation
usually involved gays and abortion, never
mind if it was about the latest floridian
tornado or war in Eye-raq. i also really
liked his advice segment responding to
viewer's emails. especially the time he
advised a woman with a job that the
reason she was feeling guilty was that
the business world is not for women, and
she feels like a bad mother because she
SHOULD be at home. and christ hates
fags.
someone who cares about them...
someone who believes in them...
someone to laugh with...
someone to hang out with...
someone to dance with...
someone to eat with...
someone to monkey around with...
someone to share emotions with...
someone to chill out with...
and someone they can depend on.
In my life,
hope that person is YOU!
Thanks for being my friend!
books, especially "Shout It From
The Housetops". Thank you Pastor
Pat.
God bless you always.
As a human being who is worried and
disappointed with today's world, I would
like to assist the 700 Cult's crusade
against global terrorists who are
backed by religious zealots. If that
means hiding mirrors from you, not
voting for your bed buddy Bush or
simply just providing you with a loaded
gun and a bib, I'm all for it.
You mock my friend
Patrick Robertson.....I think It's better
for you to run this
Presidential election with Bush. He's the
Vice president and the president is
Gorge W. Bush
no... I mean to say, that's the point right?
delicious chocolate crosses, I can no
longer accept flowers and gifts from
you, Pat. Despite my initial misgivings
about all the laying on of hands
business, I realized that I was being
overly guarded and perhaps even a bit
cynical. I started to believe that your
intentions were pure and your charity
sincere. Lately, however, I've had the
nagging suspicion that you are unworthy
of my trust and that some sinister plot is
afoot. Speaking of feet, please return
my pumps -- you know, the black satin
ones with the cute little bows in the
back. I know you have them, Pat.
Remember how we laughed when we
figured out we had the same shoe
size? Well, it's not so funny anymore.
goes to show that religous leaders and
inner city porn theatres can be friends.
Now lets all hold hands, well Nancy, can
hold other parts of me cause she's one
sexy babe!
hair. If i wanted to talk to Jesus, I
wouldn't give Pat no money, I'd jes'
call Jesus up on the phone! An I do from
time to time, too!
That's right, an' it only cost 50 cents
a minute, to hear that 10 minute long
message what Jesus recorded up there in
heaven. So I can't figger out why
somebody like this would think I'd be
dumb enough to send him money, so he
could tell me about what Jesus wants,
when I can call him up my own self.