I'm going to hell.
|Off with your clothes!|
BUT COME ON WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO FUCK THAT?
If I were a guy, I'd totally go gay for him. ...Well, not really. But I'd be proud of my girlfriend for cheating on me if it's with him. Yay morals!
As penance, I thought I'd do something Jesus-related.
So I Googled "shirtless Jesus."
|Not exactly what I expected.|
I got shirtless photos of a different Jesus. I didn't think people actually named their kids Jesus. Jesus.
Anyway. Holy week.
I hate it.
Okay, not really hate. I find it... very troublesome. I see it as a huge blip in my road to happiness. Imagine happiness to be a land filled with bacon, fried chicken, ribs, and other meat stuff. Good Friday would be like having a heart disease.
Also, I had to visit seven churches yesterday. I had to visit SEVEN churches just to pray. Do you have any idea how hot it was yesterday? I felt like I was being cooked with the fatty food we're not allowed to eat. But I guess it wasn't a total loss. I saw dogs having a threesome yesterday so I guess it's alright.
So here's another photo of Ian.
|Damn right you are.|
Lesson for the day: Ian is very hot.
OH LOOK I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT JESUS.
Again, I'm sorry, God.
That's the lack of meat talking.