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Francine Hablivilashky
 Francine making the Borscht |
Well, first & foremost, my faith in God & relationship with the Lord is the most important thing to me.
My Duties are a Priestess of the Lord Roscoe keep me centered on the True Truth of the True Tooth
It is through His awesome love & snoogles that I have become the woman that I am today. My faith is perfectly compatible with sexual relations,
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 Vitch in Training | I grew up in the Potsylvania in the middle of Appalachia, surrounded by the ruins of coalmines and old derricks where people were in fear of witches and Vitches. We were of Good Transylvanian stock that immigrated to Potsylvania to engauge in the Pot Trades , My Mother however was a Vitch of the Sonoma Vitch clan and sectretly trained me in the art and science of Vitchery, which included the Boiling Borscht Ceremony . I really liked Vitchery and thought it made me special. Not like the other girls who were vain the flighty and only intereated in boys, rock and rolls, and makeup . Tey had no idea of the interesting ideas found in Vitchery. But I had to keep this secret because of fears of ignorant retributions from the right wing cancen culture and the legions of Trumpadores. |
 At the abandoned mine |
Appalachia was full of abandoned coal mines and rusty derricks, remanants of coal and oil extraction businesses that , hopefully were being put out of business by hight costs and the fact that all the easy coal and gas had already been exxtracted .
Now that the mines were closed at least the people weren't going to ge black lung disease, or silicosis, ut the problem was the economy was in the doldrums . I yearned for a better place to live where my Vitchery would be appreciated and I might find an elegible man to marry. |
 At the Taj Mahal |
So with my parent's permission I decided to take a trip around the world to discover the roots of Vitchery . My mother traced it all the way back to India before the invadion of the Brahmins to the ealiest civilization of the sub continent when people were atuned to Nature and to the little animals scurrying about. In the ruins of the Old temple of Vichery there was a peculiar statue of a Cute lovable Hamster, called "RA Skoo". It was said that this was the Personal Savior tyope god, and the pet of the Great God Mota who made the universe with his Bang Bang Machine. I marveled on how these supposedly primitive people could have thought of the modern Big bang .
I later found out that all of the so called primitive people had migrated to Eastern Europe when the Brahmins came many centuries ago . So I set out to find where they had gone .
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 Francine in Vaystickvus |
Starting from India they had gone to Afghanistan , then to ajerbaijan, then to Ukraine, then to Moldova, then finally settling in the little country of Slobovnia , and in the center of Slobovnia was the Little Shtetl of Vaystickvus .
I had been rased as a Christian all my life, perhaps to shield us from charges of vitchery . My father & mother Bob and Betty Hablivilashky raised me to keep secrets. But here in Little Shtetl of Vaystickvus everybody was happy to show off their real religions. Some were Catholic, some were Protestants, some were Shmuzlims, and many were Shmooish, and even some were Rosconians. Now this "Rosconian" thing was interesting to me because it seemed to have come directly from the Temple of "RA Skoo" back in India . However I discovered that even the Rosconians were unaware of this. I had discover a new fact of history . In the town center of the Little Shtetl of Vaystickvus was a great choich and syngogle for the Great God Mota and a crowd of Rosconians were gathering and milling about . I stayed to observe what was going on. |
 Moishe Hablivilah and I in the ruins of Vaystickvus |
Amongst the gathering crowd, a young tall dark and handsome young man named Moishe Hablivilah stood in front of the crowd and soon began a delightful sermon about the Lord Roscoe and the other gods . His eyes sparkled with wisdom and merth, and he was holding The Hoogly Ishkibbibble with the Lord Roscoe on it as well as a backpack filled with Hoogly Flyers and other Rosconian Religious artifacts.
He saw me and detected my emotional duress and immediately told me not to worry. If I could Believe upong the Lord Roscoe as my Personal Savior God then I would in no Wise be Cast out !
His sincere zeal and silly demeanor impressed me and I immediately offered to sleep with him. But he said no, I am sealed to Prissy Hussy as my Intended. What you need to do is Study the Hoogly Flyers and read the Hoogly Ishkibbbible and attend a High Hoogly Mess and become a Hooly Chaste [ with some exceptions] Priestess of the Lord Roscoe ! |
 In front of Saint Shlemiel's chapel |
It was as if he had opened the secrets of the universe within my soul. Moishe told me me that the Lord Roscoe, the Personal Savior god was brought to us by the Great God Mota, who made the Universe whith his Big Bang Machine this was Exactly what I had learned in India . I felt an irresistible pull to explore the path he spoke of the path of the Lord Roscoe, the Hamster of the great God Mota. I was even able to tie the loose ends of Vitchery together as the Rosconian did the Boiling Borscht cenermony to Liquidate Sins , Just as my mother has taught . So I enrolled at Roscoe Theogogical College of Hamsters and Pegunkinism . I graduated with High honors and took an intenrship with Half Pastor Arkady Schmendrickle at Saint Shlemiel's Chapel in Silicon Valley
My Mother and father also came to Milpitas and settled then in well urned retirement. They even had their car repainted by the Little Lord Joozis . |
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Francine is now serving the Little Lord Joozis and Roscoe as a Hoogly Priestess who is Chaste [ most of the time ] , She is Liquidating Sins through the Boiling Borscht Ceremoney held after services. |
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