If God Loves Me, Why Can’t I Own and operate a midget brothel?
Devotionals for Teens
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If God Loves Me, Why Can’t I Own and operate a midget brothel?
Devotionals for Teens
There I was, twisted up in an erotic sexual pose, while at the same time lamenting the deeds of my past and wondering what punishment I might have to suffer in the future. Alas, such is the paradox of my religion, the Karma Sutra.
My man wanted to fuck me missionary-style. WTF? He knows I’m not religious.
I believe God puts people in our lives for a reason. For example, I believe He brought me the new receptionist so I can stare at her tits all day.
Ask all you want, but I ain’t showing you my Chanukah Bush.
(Jilly G.) Hiccups are God’s way of saying, “You ain’t getting head tonight.”
I have one religious tenet when it comes to sex: Ask and ye shall receive. Except for anal.