Dear Jesus:
Happy Birthday.
I was going to try and go with the popular gift and kill in your name, but I just wasn't feeling it.
So instead I raided the fridge, grabbed a cold Blood-of-Christ and tipped it in your direction.
"But Atom", you say, "it's only nine in the morning." Well yes. But I just got off of work and I'm not tired.
Anyway, it's ten in the morning somewhere in the world.
No....actually I'm just sipping orange juice, but where's the flair in that?
Happy Birthday.
I was going to try and go with the popular gift and kill in your name, but I just wasn't feeling it.
So instead I raided the fridge, grabbed a cold Blood-of-Christ and tipped it in your direction.
"But Atom", you say, "it's only nine in the morning." Well yes. But I just got off of work and I'm not tired.
Anyway, it's ten in the morning somewhere in the world.
No....actually I'm just sipping orange juice, but where's the flair in that?
dude- you totally got me with that first line... i was trying to think (for a second) what kind of a sick person would write that in their journal, on the suicide girls website
anyway- happy holidays? whatever- be happy.
G.