Dogma...
LMAO.. that movies kicks ass. Carlin could convert me easily.
We developed a religion once at a party. Involved a zuchini. We had people dropping to their knees to join us. Then we juiced our saviour and mixed him with Tequila and drank of his body. No crackers, but i think there were pretzles available. Ah.. but those were younger, foolish days. Now i sit and wonder "was the zuchini a graven image" as the smell of burning hot dogs fills my nostrils or is that me slow roasting over hellfire?
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This one time at band camp....
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