I come here today my friends not to bury John McCain, but to praise him. To share a tender loving family values snibble of time that I hope transcends politics. You see my friends the presidential campaign trail is long and hard, like a penis, and at one point on that long, hard, soul sucking, maverick busting into party yes man presidential campaign trail, John's loving wife Cindy came up to him, ran her beerlicous fingers through his hair and said, "You're getting a little thin up there." A moment of tender humanity in the loveless inhuman world that is American presidential politics. "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt" Is what John McCain said by way of reply. I'm not making that up. Three reporters witnessed it. God that's hot. I bet they had steaming sex that night. White-hot nuclear powered cuntaramic sex until that makeup ran down Cindy McCain's face like water through a hydroelectric dam. Which means it...
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Like "Take my wafer".
PS: How could you worship a God whose angels come across as Nazi prison guards? YOU ARE NOT ON ZE LIST! IT IS TO ZE FLAMES YOU GO!
Creepy.
i wonder if josh is a bottom? zack is
Please save me from your followers!
Seriously, Josh, don't take it so personally. While you're doing beer bongs with Hemingway and making up dirty limericks with Tolstoy, your old pal Zack is stuck in heaven, suffering through another cuddle party with the Christian dead (even in the afterlife, they're terrified of their own genitals) and listening to Jesus tell his buds yet again how he's almost 99% positive that his mom was a virgin.
Yeah, yeah, J-Dogg, that's what we all tell ourselves.
I am pretty sure that this is some twisted pseudo-Christian bullshit from the sound of your post and the comments.