WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY. THAT'S RIGHT GOD. FUCKERY.

[spicycheerio]

I decided to wait to open the results of my career aptitude test until I got home. It was obviously going to be something like: "Champion Cheerleader" or like "The Next Shakira" so I , me being the nicest person in the entire fucking world, I brought it home so nobody would get jealous. I know. I'm considerate. Thoughtful. And I look good. (+ My

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[ducksinhats]

Those things nuns have to wear are ugly. I bet you'll find a way to make them look hot though.

Wait - aren't nuns, like...old?

[spicycheerio]

DO I LOOK OLD TO YOU, BRITTANY?

And not even I could make those god-awful outfits look good.
I don't get it.
If god wanted women, why the hell did he put them in those?

[ducksinhats]

No. You look pretty young. But not like, kid young. You look your age.

God is confusing. Those hat things are ugly. I hope you don't have to wear one. Does that mean, like...no more sex?

[spicycheerio]

Obviously. I knew that.

I don't know. I don't know.
Ask God.

[ducksinhats]

Okay, I will. Do I like, have to write a letter or something? Or do they have phones in heaven?

Do I have to call you Sister Lopez? Because that sounds funny.

[spicycheerio]

Go to a church and pray, Brittany.
Or. Stick up third finger on your hand.

And I'm still Santana.

[ducksinhats]

Churches scare me. They're too quiet.

Stick up the third finger...Oh! That's mean.

Good. I like Santana.