I don't really hate god. I don't even know what it is! I'm just borrowing from Fred Phelps because it helps chip away at what little power he has. Plus it makes me laugh.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Bloodstain Face
I got so drunk Thursday night that I fell and cut my leg and just crawled into bed and passed out. The next morning I woke up to this bloodstain face on my blanket, sticking its tongue out at me. I stuck my tongue right back out at it.
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