Resurrection

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Consider my bobbing my head to Face as a tribute to Jesus on this holiest of days for Christians. I might play the screwed and chopped version of “God In Me” as well. You know, if the spirit moves me. That said, Happy Easter, y’all. If you’re into that sort of thing, enjoy eating roasted Porky Pig, fried Foghorn Leghorn, sautéed Bugs Bunny, blackened Flounder from The Little Mermaid, and deep fried Plies face (better know as my beloved catfish). Oh, and if you went to church, make sure you quip about all those non-regular church going folks who stole your parking spot and had the nerve to drive in the lot blasting “Beez In The Trap.” Also, if you spot a pimp or at least one of his orange suits and green gators in a pew, snap it for product of God’s love, will you? Have you read the news? Jesus needs the laugh, too.

Most of all, tell your non-believing kin to shut their happy asses the fuck up as today isn’t about what they believe, it’s about the others who do and the good feelings that faith gives them. Enjoy your holiday. Love…a heathen.

P.S. Since I brought up Young Nick: Romans ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing. A hunnid of them fuckers can’t tell Jesus nothing.

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