Done. Apophenia writes the sermons, Rhythm sings praise and manages the wars, and since I have to organize that and well, I had the idea, then I get a cut, too. We'll never go beer-whiskey thirsty again.
Pointing around: "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, I'm out!"
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon