SightingPosted: 1, 22 June , 2012
Jesus came down and said I could see him in French toast if I wanted.
I said, Jesus, addressing him directly, that’s pretty figgin clichéd. Jesus answered that that hurt his feelings because he’d seen me in a pancake. He might cry special tears now.
But Jesus is a manipulative son of a bitch. He’ll say anything. He’s a liar, by god, and I knew he was shitting me, and I told him to go fuck himself, which I guess not surprisingly, he can actually do and did do.
Seeing that once was enough. It ruined breakfast forever.