Getting ready for a day out with the Unholy Army is like getting ready for a hot date with the devil. Except really, the Devil's my father and all that mess of crap.

Step 1. Catholic school girl outfit.
Step 2. Apply sultry make-up.
Step 3. Place precious Rosary around neck.
Step 4. GET READY FOR SOME ACTION!!

Walking down the street with Anto and Wendy surrounded by mini "Peepers" clones (check him out in the Amazing Strangers section) we get all the attention and we love it. AY PAPI!

As we pass my summer school (Cathedral High School) I spit at the door, because today I choose to go God is Faking, as I call it, with Satan. Tons more fun then listening to Nuns and Priests drone on about Chemistry and all that junk.

Matt Mosz wrote to Normal Bob Smith:

Wow you a fag, and you pay chicks to like u with you

knock off versions of Girl gone wild.

lol
Matt Mosz



Subject: Normalbobsmiths unholy army strikes back.

This is niXXX from the unholy army and bob sent me the email that you sent him. I just thought i 'd clear up a thing or two for you myself. Bob does NOT pay us to do what we do. The unholy army of catholic school girls is something we do on our own time and the only money that is spent is on the train and for water and other types of refreshments for when we get tired, and WE pay for them on our own, thank you very much. Some of us have jobs...or parents that give us money. We are not his "girls gone wild" or anything of the sort. What we do is spread the word and hype normalbobsmith.com

Bob is our friend and we are there to help. You need to chill out and realize that it's not all about you and that other people have different opinions than you. Stop trying to make everyone think like you. This website isn't directed towards you. You don't like, so the fuck what? Hey, don't read it then genius. You need to stop thinking people are going to go away if you don't like them and their views, 'cause guess what? They aren't, and one day when you critisize someone because they don't think like you, they are going to come and kick you in the balls. So watch it huh?

niXXX

First we hit the Starbucks on Astor, confused as to which one was the meeting place was our first obstacle last time.
Sitting down with the devil at a table is too much fun, eager Starbucks employees and customers coming up asking for autographs (or so we thought), photo-opt's, and just plain stares of idolization came from all directions.

Soon we run into Katie and Lisa and the fun times began.

Gathering together fliers and Dress up Jesus handouts and we're on our way! Going underground to where Satan feels a bit more comfortable and getting on the train, we leave a trail of enlightened people everywhere we go.

We gave many a bit of a jolt walking through the streets of Times Square. I don't get it. What? Is it that big of a surprise that Satan would walk the streets and spread the news about God? That God himself/herself wouldn't come to where his worshippers are and rejoice with them and celebrate good times, come on, like Satan does! ah Jeez, What are they thinking.

Amazingly Spiderman (MY GREAT MASKED LOVE) spun his web around Satan but was only to be defeated by his Devilish glare. We had his back though no need to worry. Running up and down the streets, the look of excitement in our eyes everyone could tell we had a job to do and no way were we going to let these people down!

Flier after flier after flier after nasty remark after praise! TRL didn't see us coming. But the crowd of Halle Berry lovers sure as hell heard us.

Never to be lost in a crowd we sang hymns along with God loving-tourists visiting from Oklahoma/Tennesee- crazzzy bitches, only their's were a little off. I do believe though that we set them straight.

Anywho it was an exciting and eventful day filled with tears, jeers, leers, and of course.... spheres? ears? oh oh Beers. Taking a relaxing cigarette breather was an interesting sight for a lot of the old people, i mean Senior Citizens, who wanted photos with Satan. So we sat and smoked our fill of nicotine and spoke of everything from porn, sex shops, to school, and the statue in Bryant park with poor Earl's namel spelled wrong. I never knew educating others could be so much FUN! and ofcourse bring smiles to all of our faces.

They say theres a rotten apple in every bunch, well we've got six.

till next time... niXXX