God is Dead or Else He’s a C**ksucker
A warning to our God-loving (or God-fearing, whichever) evangelical fans, the following post is extremely blasphemous. Read it and you might be cast immediately into Satan’s fiery pits. To everyone else, what follows is a text exchange between me and a friend on Mother’s Day.
Me: I hope I die. I’m obese.
Friend: I’m right there with you. I just finished eating the most evil dish ever AND I didn’t even exercise today, so death would be God’s own mercy upon me.
Me: Let’s pray.
….an hour or so later…
Friend: Just an update: I’m still alive, which proves that God is exactly as much of a cocksucking shitbag as I’ve always expected.
Me: He truly is.

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so what does it say about me that this exchange may have brightened my day?
If God weren’t a C**csucker, we’d be born naturally skinny.
If God’s not a c**csucker, food would have no calories.
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