Dear Jesus
Please save me from your followers! They are quite whacked, you know. Not fully playing with a full deck. The lights are on, but no one's home. The dullest tool in the shed. Not exactly the sharpest knives in the drawer, so what is a girl to do?
I can only sit in silence for so long, before my forked tongue will get the best of me. According to one of your flock (one of my FB friends--why I don't know!), she feels sorry for "self righteousness attitudes" and how "people forget where we came from".
Self righteous attitiudes? Has she ever looked in the mirror lately? And as for where we come from, where do you think that is? Adam's fucking rib?? I'm sure that's what she thinks. Give me the primordial soup, thank you.
Maybe you can tell them to quit being so smug and self-righteous themselves.
Anyway... no love,
Me.