Okay, this is an open letter to all you religious people out there:

Those of us who haven't signed up for your death trip would appreciate if you'd quit fucking the place up while you're here. If you spent more time concerning yourself with being nice, polite, and respectful to the people around you instead of lost in your fevered imaginings of what happens after you're dead, and foisting those fantasies on the rest of us, this would be a much nicer place for all of us. If you can't handle this simple concept, move to Jonestown and drink the fucking cool-aid already, but leave the rest of us alone. I'm sure your servitude to the invisible man is personally gratifying, and hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Keep it to yourself. Those of us among you who actually use our brains aren't going to be convinced, and when you're done pissing us off by insulting our faculties, we're no longer going to get along because you can't handle being around people who don't share your world view.

Piss off,

Jamie

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Some employer health plans have mail order prescriptions (typically a 90 day supply). The Pill is included in our plan...

To Corwin--some drugstores in the South do not stock condoms, presumably for religious reasons. I also remember that not all drugstores carried condoms in the 60s and 70s, and if the store sold condoms, you often had to ask for them from the pharmacist.
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