I just wish women preachers didn't feel the need to turn into a pitbull once they get the mic. When you're talking to them outside, it's all "Oh, how are you doing? How's your mama?" But as soon as they touch that mic, it turns into "YOU BETTER GIVE GOD SOME PRAISE OR THE PORTALS OF THE EIGHTH HEAVENS WILL OPEN UP AND RELEASE THE PROPHETIC SPIRIT OF RHEMA IN THIS ATMOSPHERE! SHABBBO!!!!!"