no mm, no. heel.
I cannot stop now FB. I am going forth into the lite of my God. It is tremendous. I will be sporting the peanut butter cup proclamation tee later. I got it XS to enhance my goods.
is there one with the anusol typeface?
I dunno, good question. There should be. Preparation H, but replace H with J?
Jesus is coming...on our road trip.YAY!
oh sweet savior. jesus got his peanut butter in my chocolate. or the other way around. i also want to enhance my cups, mm - i will need xxxsmall to do it.
would you like some Jeez Wiz on that butterfinger?
HAAAAA! I am desperately in love with God.
k y jelly for god
Yeah, yeah, I love God too. But what's even better is to marry your own father. I saw a thing on the teeeeveeee the other night about these chastity ceremonies, in which evangelical fathers and daughters have this weird mock marriage, all in a group like the Moonies. The dads put these rings on their daughers' fingers, and the daughters promise to "remain pure" until marriage. Very very very skeevy.
In honor if the Holiday, I shall eat a twinkie for Jesus. Jesus is the jelly to my peanut butter, he puts the pop in my tart. Jesus popped my cherry.
I once had a churchy friend who could never take the lord's name in vain, but instead would say "Cheese and crackers!" This was an adult. I could never decide if it was hillbilly in the city or just plain ironic and really funny. Please to you sir to esplain to me?
I was just checking in never expecting my cup to runneth over with jesus jellynow I know why I saw the lord in your face on the berlin of upstate New York dance floor last nightI really was thinking its like MM is walking on water and not 2 and a half inch wide oak flooringI had such a great time I'm running out now to see if you MM as jesus left a shroud of some kind on the hood of my carI'm so sorry I lost you guys last night I pulled over to a gas station to get gas and turn around because I had just passed the thruway and I thought you all were right behind me but then you were gone!! I tried to catch you but lost you Slothy so sorry. I was so sad I did what any girl would do in that situation I called the Capt'n she gave me your cell number but I guess you were talkin to god because it went right to voicemailgod he is mysterious hope you are all ok I had some nightmaresFB was right you are the best dancer ever
oh, gree-C, you are a sweet lil' bundle to worry, but we were fine; figured it all out in lickety-splickety, pulled a U-ie & made it home in record time. Sorry to provoke nightmares with the wandery driving methods! Didn't hear the cell phone because we were busy shouting along with very loud music. When I got home the speakers were blown and the floor was covered with Runtz® & Chee-tos® and now I am grounded.
Gree C!! It is our fault for thinking 87 was a radio station you wanted us to listen to...and not an actual road that would lead us home!!!You and MM both are the best on the dance floor.
Slothers,What can I say? Can I write a letter on your behalf so that you won't be grounded and we can do this again?? I will lick up the chee-to dust and FB will take the runts.Hearts...
Good morning Jesus! I am happy to greet this new day with you by my side.
Gree C! You are a darling. Thank you for the hood dancing, I hope the shroud of jesus juice did not soil your vehicle in any way. You must view the photos at logworld. Fun is an understatement. I was covered in the goo of whirling mania by the end of the night. My stomach was pregnant with processed colored snax. Oh and I am in love with all of you, as you may already suspect.
Oh the religious figureheads are coming into the blog soul, it is righteous I am sure but can you accept the downtrodden mysticless battered citizen which is me?
Me and one hundred clones of me are going to march along the river wearing crash helmets today. We are in mourning for the memorial of nothing.
HUMP IF YOU LOVE JESUS!!
MM, all I wanna do is sit here and talk to you, but I have to go get coffee. My hands are shaking from withdrawal. Must make it back for the penis march.
I would like a bumper sticker such as that. I can't wait to put my How's my painting call 1-800-eat-shit on the car.
Sadly, I must GET OUT OF BED. It is after all noon. coffee and what-nots must be procured.
I will pour hot coffee on my head this afternoon.
I just got back from our weekend upstate. Noref*ckeneasters, that was SO great, I can't believe I missed dirty dances with/on car hoods! My blog became a cess pool (friday's comments, way outof control) so it's proly good i was away and good i'm leaving for a while.MM, my love for you she knows not from boundries. xoxoxox
Jesus...how are you doin'?
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