Ham wants so much to be persecuted, and I want so much to help him. And I mean old-school, The Passion of the Christ-style persecution. If that bitch wants to cry every time someone snorts and chuckles over his ridiculous beliefs, I'm prepared to give him something real to cry about. Fuck him and his Flintstones theology.
Yeah, I get grumpy in the afternoon.
Yeah, I get grumpy in the afternoon.