Cut the bullshit and admit what you've done!
Metaphorically speaking of course, The Rapture is a lot like those claw machines, but instead of stuffed animals, they're filled with unborn fetuses.
Well, you did kind of fuck up. Enjoy eternity in Hell, bitch!
All dogs go to Heaven.... right?
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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