I was stuck in a room all day with a man that only loves one thing more than The Lord™. Himself.
For hours I listened to pathetic displays of wit and peacockery. Ultimate fighter, martial arts instructor, “Let me tell you about my mission to Africa and here, look at these 837 pictures, praise The Lord™.” Speaks multiple languages, ladies love him, and is dedicating his life to stopping slavery worldwide. In fact, he’s been hired by an international organization and will be getting a gun to rescue women and children from brothels. Plays guitar and leads the children’s songs of joy (or whatever the fuck) in his church. On and on and on and on.
“Look up this Christian Bandname/Songname on youtube, I’m totally friends with the lead singer and we were just hanging out a few weeks ago playing guitar and singing.”
Somebody hold me.