If it is raining, Christie Brinkley wanders about the house, cradling a cup of Lavender tea, gecko perched on her shoulder, fondling her begonias. Then she reads the newspaper.
I imagine the Church of Scientology's uniforms to have a jaunty nautical theme, accented with foreskins of young boys (just as L. Ron would have wanted) and dyed in the tears of delusion.
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@Santos L Halper: I imagine them to look like this. Only shorter. Possibly with pointy hats.