I have been asked to post some evidence that this piece existed, so I shall do so. Apologies to all offended parties.
I once had sex with Jesus Christ,
Upon a languid afternoon,
I touched that regal bum of Christ,
And in his arms I there did swoon.
He took me to such lofty heights
As he ploughed my deepest depths
Our Lord cried out in sheer delight,
As I did too, at his sheer breadth,
And verily he quickly came,
In the garden Gethsemane.
With hair athwart and arse aflame,
I was laid upon his chest,
Said he in deep and tranquil sigh,
‘Dawkins, you are the best!’
|is currently hovering somewhere near Saturn|
It was me that requested it, if that helps with the offensiveness levels?
And it's well worth the request. I love it.
Limertilly: A pagan deity forgotten by man and therefore banished to the realms of memory and darkness now remembered by a young girl in downtown L.A. in the form of a dream and therefore freed to reap your revenge on the people who discarded you, thereby forcing said girl to learn to use her innate yet awesome powers as a soothsayer to gather forces of the Earth to defy you and once more banish you to your cold, cold prisoooooon
My sister's band, what I am very very proud of: www.bit.ly/toodar
|Weirdy American Tart Thing|
Minister of Kraftwerk in the Realm of U & P, Order of the Pineapple with frond for advancement in Nap studies.
The brain: not always amenable to logic. ~Hive
|was not written by a man named "Cougar"|
OK, what is it from? What's its story?
God is everywhere, except within us, so we can look for Him, and find Him.
- Reverend Esau Senn, Butterfly Wings (my ongoing novel)
|Dane Cook's Final Horcrux|
hee, that's awesome
I'm thinking that a lot of my internal conflict and malaise comes from the tension between the life I ACTUALLY want to live, and the stories I'd love to be able to tell? - T-Rex, qwantz.com
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