today solidied the fact that:
i fucking love the Rush Hour series.
Today, this guy at church didn’t pass me the bread(body of..) or wine( blood of..) at communion. I was gonna just let it go, but then he shot me this snotty look, and then sprouted off this prayer about fake-christians.
I’M NOT EVEN CHRISTIAN! I NEVER WANT TO BE CHRISTIAN. MONOTHEISM CAN KISS MY ASS. But it gave me enough balls to ask my grandma to not go to communion anymore.
and,
I still have to go.
you are probably wondering how often i go to church…..
and the answer is: way too fucking much. Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday unless i can think of a good reason not to go.
“Heavy Flow Day” is a great one. “Jerk Chicken Went Off” another gold one. “Sleeping in is also key. Which ussually cuts me down to only 2 days a week.
