The best athletic high school in the land.
Id be proud if I was able to say my son or daughter were Bishop Gorman Alumni.
Respect and asking for a freind!
The best athletic high school in the land.
Id be proud if I was able to say my son or daughter were Bishop Gorman Alumni.
Respect and asking for a freind!
shout out to the fertittles kids who own that school
As evening fell in Jerusalem, the Lord Jesus Christ walked into the living room to find his husband pecking away at the typewriter. "Hitler, will you finally tell me what you're writing!" The Furor glanced up at Jesus. "I'm writing a new book." He handed over the stack of completed pages, and the Savior put on his reading glasses and zipped through them in no time. "honey, this is fabulous! But it needs a title. Do you have one yet?"
Hitler leaned back in his chair before answering. "So far all I've been able to come up with is 'Mine Kampf 2', but it's not very catchy." "Hmm. One of the kids at the daycare has been saying "bible' a lot. I bet that would stick out at the bookstore!" He started giving Hitler a back rub. "Mmm, you've done a good job. Good jobs deserve good jobs." His left hand reached around Hitler's waist and grasped his exposed, engorged member.
But the Lord was too eager for this one-sided pleasure. "I need you inside me," he announced. Before things could get any hotter, there was a pounding at the door. "Jesus! Jesus, open up! It's your diciples! We just wanna talk!" Hitler and Jesus exchanged shocked looks. Jesus thought he'd given them the slip at Gethsemane, but they'd finally tracked him down.
After the Furor reluctantly let them in, they crowded Christ. "Lord, we're going to try something new that'll fix you." As the disciples began laying hands on the Lord, he giggled. He was a very sensual person, and enjoyed being felt all over, but all the pleasure vanished when Peter shouted "Lord, we cast the demon of homosexuality out of thee!" As Jesus shrieked, Hitler shoved his way in. "Get the hell out!" he shouted. "All right, that's enough! Get out of here, you bigots!"
After more shouting and shoving, the disciples found their butts out on the sidewalk, and although they mumbled and glared angirly at the Furor, they walked off into the darkness. "We'll pray for you both!" one of the men called out. He went back inside, where the Lamb was laying on the floor, sobbing. "I-I thought that after all this time they'd accept me..." Hitler held him in a tight embrace. "Don't worry, honey pop. I'm here for you. I love you, and you're beautiful and wonderful and so damn sexy. You said you wanted me inside you. Well, so do I." The two men shared a tender kiss.
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness." - Alejandro Jodorowsky
"America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers." -- William S. Burroughs
todge i dont condone what tine is doing here
todgiel i feel like he does.
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness." - Alejandro Jodorowsky
"America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers." -- William S. Burroughs
how dare you undermine me like this
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