Sunday, July 03, 2011


Smokin' freakin' h-o-t HOT

It's 102.

I had all I can stands, I can't stands no more.

So, I am fixin' to go get in my smoke-friendly pickup with a stogey and drive the back way to Oklahoma City and back, smokin' it.

Yes, I am pitiful.


No, I take it back. Ain't goin' nowhere. I've been sittin' in this nice, comfy recliner ever since I got home from church. Why mess up a good thing? :-)
You need to decide, my friend, if your pot smoking is worth the loss of Seventh-Heaven, for Jesus sez all who're on the whorizontal must face Judgment - me, too. Looky here...

God Almighty, have mercy on our souls…

Precisely why I had my epiphany: wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra-groovy-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal. Cya soon…
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