
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.
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.
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