Donning a screen-printed T with the message, "Santa ain't real" I grab my megaphone and head over to the shopping mall. I've steeled myself against the backlash I will receive, including any eviscerations from you people in the comment section. I'm heading to the most unholy den of sin. The shopping mall. Where scantily clad … Continue reading Telling Kids There is No Santa
Goddammit. I've been trying to get this hundred dollars in data charges fixed all week. I'm gonna have to call Heavenly Wireless again get this sorted out. Beep-boop-beep-beep-beep-boop-boop-beep-boop-boop-boop...Rrriiinnng...Rrriiinnng "You have reached Heavenly Wireless. This prayer may be monitored for wickedness, non-circumcised penises, wearing garments of two dissimilar fabrics, unclean food in the stomach, unclean thoughts … Continue reading What if your Cellphone Provider was Like Jesus?
Blackface. That shit is never cool under any circumstance.
When you live in a country with the Metric System you do a lot of conversions. The drive to my cottage is two hundred and seventy-four kilometres, but in my post Leaving Eden, I Americanized it for y'all and said one hundred and seventy miles. This post, however, is not about conversions of units, it … Continue reading Conversions (An Invitation)
Sorry to disturb you, but I have an itch I just can't scratch.
Are two miracles in one weekend too much to ask for?
Is Jesus the reason for the season? It depends if you own a chocolate company or not.