These whores are dreaming if they think I'm gonna just willy-nilly be injected by any magic vaccine they concoct.
I only trust God. The rest can pound sand. Actions are so much louder than any words, huh, Blago?
I remember him.
And then God slapped the crap out of him, didn't he? Ain't no coincidences, are there?
So was he irredeemable a soul or just deplorable. Somebody has to forgive to get forgiven, I think. You get what you give.
Love you (no homo).
Go find out. He's close, real close. He knows who we all are, even if we don't know. Yet.