If Jesus really loved me it wouldn't be so hot...

and the guy in the Navigator with the icthus on the tailgate that cut me off while flying the bird at me would spontaniously burst into cold sweats and pudding shakes, like a dog shitting bones.
Plus if Jesus and his padre were really watching there is no way Bob Dyllon and Soul Coughing would exist. Soul Coughing is proof that there is no higher power.

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