I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor,
And, when I die,
I expect to hear him laughing.
Okay, so I'm leaving this public.
Everyone...I have a job for you.
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is as follows: flame, embarass, email, harass, and otherwise pester the living fuck out
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