I work in Irvington, NJ and most of our customers work out of Newark, where almost every other building gets converted into a tiny church. Why is it that when I have to make a call to a customer's home they insist on reading the entire fucking bible to me on their answering machine?!?!? You won't ever find out what it is you need to know from me if I hang up after three minutes of your prerecorded monotone voice droning on and on and on and on about God's glory. I shall not be converted or saved by your $30 AT&T answering machine! Fuck you! Praise the lord! Hallelujah! :angry:
Such anger I sense in you. Anger leads to the dark side my young padawan.
If it were the force they were pushing, I think I could deal.
Quote:The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever
Pot will not save your soul, it will only foolishly spend your time on this planet.
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I'm just gonna use my best demon voice, the one I use to terrify small children, and espouse the virtues of working in service to my Dark Lord.
I killed Jesus.
He had it coming.