That would later form the basis of the Hobby Lobby decision.
"Praise the Lord!" they exclaim, "and that will be cash in advance."
It's all about that beak, 'bout that beak.
You can have my commando-tested unbought swimwear when you take it from my cold, dead, MRSA-ridden hands.
...Of you new award-winning sandwich? I'd try it.
Haha, where's the profit in THAT?
Not to mention Bill Maher, whom I would otherwise worship as a god.
But he's a chiropractor! Which is like being a doctor but without all the burden of evidence of efficacy!