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(Picture courtesy of John Calvin, motherfucker)
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12 comments:
I hear protestant ministers love to fuck their wives. Is that true?
Oops! And husbands!
I don't get it.
Catholic.
I mean "catholic."
Baptist, actually. When I was a kid, anyway. Now I'm just a big sinful heathen.
I meant me. Me me me. Can't you see this is all about me?!
Yeah, me too mostly. Sometimes I pray to an imaginary Venus of Willendorf.
I was raised Baptist, too! Good luck in life, Laur.
I think John means the word Catholic and the word catholic have two different meanings. That, or he's making fun of me.
But fuck him. He's Scottish.
Yeah, he's also an asshole.
Geez, Laurie. An imaginary womyn of Willendorf, ok?
I haven’t felt protestant guilt since the time Nixie and I made love on the banks of the Mississippi River just south of Memphis. That night I wasn’t satisfied with just one piece of tail so I went into town and purchased one serving of doggie tail and two helpings of BJs. The thing about protestant guilt is that it doesn’t prevent me from doing stupid shit, it just makes it oh so very memorable.
Wolfgang
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