And when God doesn't answer you'll turn around, sobbing, boner in-hand only to see that David Lynch is in here too. And he's actually really into my gay autistic psychoprison, because he's David Lynch. And you'd cum about it like a fuckig loser. How embarrassing.
I dont care that you think my TV show is Badly Written. One hour in the gauntlet of my ceaselessly gay autistic mind would have you standing before God painfully erect pleading that he return David Lynch to this world and save you from my badly written imaginary psychoprison.
having your grandkids call you shit like "pap-pap" or "peepaw" is so undignified. if i ever have grandchildren, they will refer to me only as Dr. Grandfather