by The Consul » Sun Jul 04, 2010 3:04 am
Jesus loves you and he loves me, maybe even more. He sends me emails and tells me who deserves to die and that His law is above any other. I bought a cheeseburger and saw Him in in the grease stain in the container. I sold it on Ebay and used the money to start a church. I now have four hundred clueless nitwits knocking door to door to bring in hundreds more clueless nitwits. God loves you, brother. A terrible day is coming. An awful reckoning. I had a dream that Jesus would ram a white hot poker down your children's throat unless you send me $100 before midnight tonight. Get off the xanax and prozak, friends, and come join our flock. God helps those who help themselves and give good tithe. Sorry, gotta run, inbox fulla Jesus mail!
" Morals is the butter for those who have no bread."
— B. Traven