CornJer
Metal does cocaine.
2005 Mar 21 • 1531
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Every day, I get up at 6 in the morning, and I wonder to myself: What would Jesus do? After all, he is the holy of holyness. So I decided to convert eveyone on the street I met to be a good, obdient christian. It seemed like a grand idea. So I went to the nearest bar and preached, and preached, and preached. I then came home from the hospital several hours later. It was a fun time, since I had encountered someone from a Boston Church. He talked about how he had been abused and would like to kill his priest. Another man said that he had donated his life savings to church and lost everything. I said "I'm glad that that happened. It was for the good of the church." Thats when I broke my jaw on his fist. I hope god forgives their forsaken souls. I decided to preach some more after that, going to strip joints and satanist gatherings, bars, and mosques. Although the journey was long, the hospital visits numerous, I eventually decided to settle down at a community and preach to the same people, every day. Alas, the fun was great, the power of damning non-donators. Even the time passed fairly quickly. But I missed The feeling of pain and the yells of drunken morons as they called me a "Bitch of God". But God and the Holy Republican Party were on my side. So after rethinking my sanity, and wondering if I was a sadist. I decided to continue onward...
If you jump high enough you'll hurt your ankles when you land.
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2005 Dec 13 at 15:49 UTC
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