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If the fundamentalist's God does exist, then I am proud to be a motherfucking heathen.
I would rather go to Hell than follow a dictator into Heaven.
I am not a fucking abomination.
I think the LDS folk are just jealous that they don't get to have hot lesbian sex. I understand. It's been a while for me and I'm pretty upset about it too. Maybe I should go ban some shit to make me feel better about MY repressed sexual urges.
No more salt & vinegar potato chips. Salt & vinegar potato chips are forbidden. That shit is gross. God hates them. He only eats barbecue flavored. It's in the book of John or Paul or Ringo somewhere. Look it up.
But back to serious for a second: More than half of the population of LA county voted in favor of Prop 8. LA! Los fucking Angeles! H!O!L!L!Y!W!O!O!D!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I am so fucking baffled and hurt and confused by that. I plan to write about my severe disgust a little more eloquently in the near future, but right now, I'm just so fucking disappointed. All I can do is what I always do, which is to say fuck a lot and then make some bad jokes to ease the tension and then say fuck a bunch more times. And now that I've done that, back to my original point.
So, God, if you actually DO exist and you actually ARE the ruthless, omnipotent ruler that they say you are then listen up, Fuehrer. Forsake and smite me all you want; I will never bend to your will or oppress others in your name. I will not kill for you, hurt for you, or hate for you. Open up the sky and hit me with every fucking plague you've got; you will never have a follower in me. That is a fucking promise.
I would rather go to Hell than follow a dictator into Heaven.
I am not a fucking abomination.
I think the LDS folk are just jealous that they don't get to have hot lesbian sex. I understand. It's been a while for me and I'm pretty upset about it too. Maybe I should go ban some shit to make me feel better about MY repressed sexual urges.
No more salt & vinegar potato chips. Salt & vinegar potato chips are forbidden. That shit is gross. God hates them. He only eats barbecue flavored. It's in the book of John or Paul or Ringo somewhere. Look it up.
But back to serious for a second: More than half of the population of LA county voted in favor of Prop 8. LA! Los fucking Angeles! H!O!L!L!Y!W!O!O!D!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I am so fucking baffled and hurt and confused by that. I plan to write about my severe disgust a little more eloquently in the near future, but right now, I'm just so fucking disappointed. All I can do is what I always do, which is to say fuck a lot and then make some bad jokes to ease the tension and then say fuck a bunch more times. And now that I've done that, back to my original point.
So, God, if you actually DO exist and you actually ARE the ruthless, omnipotent ruler that they say you are then listen up, Fuehrer. Forsake and smite me all you want; I will never bend to your will or oppress others in your name. I will not kill for you, hurt for you, or hate for you. Open up the sky and hit me with every fucking plague you've got; you will never have a follower in me. That is a fucking promise.