Jesus Loves You

I feel like Colonel Jessup there at the end. Not the code red part, just the need to scream “you can’t handle the truth” at a bunch of uptight motherfuckers. The courtroom isn’t necessary either.

This seems like a good time for a digression.

Why the fuck are all of you dumbasses driving around with your highbeams on in traffic? At dawn and dusk? Sometimes when I’m driving, I’m afraid that I’m going to dock onto a spaceship or plow through a Broadway stage. All those goddamn bright lights. It’s not even dark out. And do you really need a soccer field between your car and the one in front of you at a red light? I think not, traffic delay creators. There’s a special room in hell for you, adjacent to those assholes going the speed limit in the fast lane.

Digression complete.

But what about all of the boxes?

Just recycle them or send them to Shitty Shannon.

This stream of consciousness madness is kind of fun.

Kumquatz

Yeah, I said it.

Whatcha gonna do about it?

Maybe tie me up with two-pound test and give me paper cuts on every millimeter of exposed skin before dumping me in the salt marsh with the tide coming in? Yeah, you don’t have the balls to even cast that line in my direction. Slap on a fresh pair of Depends.

Eradication?

Not fucking likely.

It’s a good thing that Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you’re an asshole.

Thank you for reading.

Less more crazier now.