Only if they take pictures. I volunteer my services as cameraman.
By the way, how well-hung do you think Jesus is? I don’t think he’d be that… um… lengthy, what with his sermon about “the kingdom of God being as to a mustard seed”, or whatever it was.
Wow. That made me laugh even harder than the time I watched Harlem Nights while smoking a dime bag of 100% Humboldt County Kind Bud. Actually, I feel a side ache coming on.
Without even reading through these two pages I still have this odd urge to scrape my skin off. These guys have about as much depth as a semiconductor dielectric layer. Can’t we just throttle them with their shoelaces, or is there some niggling amendment about that in the Constitution?
I don’t know what was worse…the gut spasms or the burning in my retinas and the knowledge that those images are in my head forever…Kill me please. Kill me now…