Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have not loved God as I should. It has been six months since my last confession.
Tell me of your fucking sins, my son.
Umm.... Well, I took the Lords name in vain thirty-eight times. And I cheated on my wife with her brother.
Say ten goddamn Hail Marys and fifty motherfucking Our Fathers. Go now in peace. Your felching sins have been forgiven.
Father Tourette? Are you okay?
I'm rimjob cumshot blow me fine. Why do you smegma facial tittyfuck ask?
--- ...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.
I've always wondered... if there is an afterlife, what do we look like. Do we look like we did just before we died? Scars, missing limbs, wrinkles and all? And if so, then would Jesus be nailed to a plank?