I knew that Jesus rode dinosaurs, but I had no idea he actually WAS one! Guess that explains his kinship with them enough to ride them. Seriously, ever try to ride one? They're fuckin' mean.
Oh Jesus wasn't a dinosaur. This is just the cover of my new book "The Da Vinci Code 2: The bestial sex practices of Jesus and his half-breed ancestors." I think it's gonna be good.
You have a very strange obsession with both Jesus AND Dinosaurs. Most people can't merge the two interests as gracefully (and with such class!) as you've done here. You're either extremely disturbed, or fucking fantastic. I'm inclined to go with the latter.
By the way, my dog's name is Hannah, and I always call her Hannah Banana. So whenever you comment, a part of me thinks for a second it is her and I get all excited and think "Oh my God, my dog can make blog post comments! She is so awesome!" Then I imagine all the cool conversation we will have, and how we will talk shit about all the other dogs in the neighborhood.
So if this is my dog, awesome. If not, I am sorry for imagining you as my dog. But my dog is super cool so really you should take it as a compliment. You probably aren't reading this anymore. You probably will never read my blog again and will send me hate mail filled with hundreds of ground up milk bones. I deserve it.
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I knew that Jesus rode dinosaurs, but I had no idea he actually WAS one! Guess that explains his kinship with them enough to ride them. Seriously, ever try to ride one? They're fuckin' mean.
Oh Jesus wasn't a dinosaur. This is just the cover of my new book "The Da Vinci Code 2: The bestial sex practices of Jesus and his half-breed ancestors." I think it's gonna be good.
You have a very strange obsession with both Jesus AND Dinosaurs. Most people can't merge the two interests as gracefully (and with such class!) as you've done here. You're either extremely disturbed, or fucking fantastic. I'm inclined to go with the latter.
Why, thank you.
By the way, my dog's name is Hannah, and I always call her Hannah Banana. So whenever you comment, a part of me thinks for a second it is her and I get all excited and think "Oh my God, my dog can make blog post comments! She is so awesome!" Then I imagine all the cool conversation we will have, and how we will talk shit about all the other dogs in the neighborhood.
So if this is my dog, awesome. If not, I am sorry for imagining you as my dog. But my dog is super cool so really you should take it as a compliment. You probably aren't reading this anymore. You probably will never read my blog again and will send me hate mail filled with hundreds of ground up milk bones. I deserve it.
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