Today is sunday, and it is 10am and I have a complaint. Last night, I was out at a gay bar with some gays, and I got good and drunk and then smoked some dope, and then went home and had sex with a stranger, who may or may not have been straight. Anyways, long night!! So this morning, I was sleeping peacefully, when all of a sudden some idiot church bells started to go off.
COME ON!
I should still be passed out hald on my bed and half on the floor, but instead I'm awake because of the fucking church. Do you people have nothing better to do than stand around/kneel around/sit around reading from a crusty ass-old book singing lame songs, shaking hands, and listening to some old priest who is probably a little boy raper? Maybe you don't, and that is just sad, but I do. And that something is sleeping.
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