Allright, its official. me and God have beef. What a fucking week.
Dont worry though, SG, while it's true that youve become just another vector for the Holy Spirit to try and cock-punch a ninja, Ive still got the love for you, so I thought Id just let you muhfuckas on a little something that Im working on. Its a letter to my formerly favorite diety.
I presenteth, attend:
Dont worry though, SG, while it's true that youve become just another vector for the Holy Spirit to try and cock-punch a ninja, Ive still got the love for you, so I thought Id just let you muhfuckas on a little something that Im working on. Its a letter to my formerly favorite diety.
I presenteth, attend:
Dear God,
You are a Rat Fuck. First You tried to waste me, but ha ha motherfucker guess what? You missed. Then you tried to horrify me with the Crushing Truth of the Second Law of Thermodynamics, but again you missed. Do I looked crushed?
And after all that, the best You can do is just disappoint me?
Guess what, punk, you missed.
So you can fucking bring it, I can tell your legs are getting tired, bitch. Matter of fact, watch your shit because I swear to . . . well, I swear to You, that if I ever figure out how to grow my arms long enough, Im lighting your ass up.
You forgot the love part of tough love, dumbass,
ck
p.s. I'm getting back with my ex goddess.
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i don't blame motorhead.
i blame god.
which is sort of the same thing.
N****s so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets.
I also like "I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse."