Guest Blogger, Rev. Roscoe Alexander, or the man whose teeth popped out of his mouth while preaching at the Annual Conference

Lee Allie, baby, hand me that Fixodent real quick so I can get my mouth fixed up before I start preaching.

What? I'm not preaching? Then, what the heck am I doing here? You know I don't type on a typewriter. That's for the secretary to do for me while I tell her what to type.

What? I have to type this myself? But this ain't no typewriter, babygirl. This is a contraption--kind of like a fakehaired weave wig. It looks like it should be a typewriter but it ain't.

It's better than a typewriter? Says who?

Well, I don't have time to type nothing. All I know is that I didn't like that y'all let everybody know my teeth came out during a sermon in Church Folk. That should have stayed in house.

What? You thought it was funny?

Well then, Missy, you write this here report about More Church Folk on this thinagmajig your ownself.

Now...how do you like that? I'm going. Gotta go preach, Rev. Roscoe Alexander.