"All Night Long, Baby"
One Billion Catholics. They're all delusional and paranoid. My Priest and the Pope himself talk to the Virgin Mary, invoke angels, and trust in the wickedness of demons; thus, lock them up!!!
My Priest believes that a little cracker is the Body of God; as a result, lock him up, for he's delusional. My Priest believes that he can forgive sins. Lock him up. They said my colon would be gone twenty years ago--it isn't. They said my mother would have a feeding tube six years ago--she doesn't. I was dead at birth, yet here I am. Lock us up. Obedient, even unto death.
The psychiatric nurses asked me: "Are you suicidal?" I boldly replied: "Would you kill an angel-faced man such as myself? I am radiant and gorgeous; hence, it would be stupid to kill myself, for I house another, even more gorgeous, and the chicks can't get enough. My step-father's women want to lick my genitalia. When they're with their husbands, they focus upon my thrusts, but I thrust not; thus, they're delusional."
If you're not in the top fifty of Universities; next, you have what is called a Bush League education; specifically, a four year vacation of drinking, drugs, Internet porn, and debauchery.
I love myself. And I know: Domination of women; plus, crush my enemies, allegorically I'm talking baby.
I speak not of myself, but when two become one, oh crap, just read the Gospel of Thomas . . .
