Rapmaster Dougie G gits awl jiggy wichit dis week. Slammin' down da funky 'phors ta gitcha closa to da G-O-D.
Y’know the type: the eye-fluttering, angel-seeing, super-spiritual religious caricature who is so heavenly minded that he is no earthly good; the sort who dreams about how he would rather be in heaven while he tints his windows against the headaches here on the earth.
Shorter: Blind literalists with rose colored glasses.
Well, even though grass-munching bovine lethargy might go down in our current scat-laden Laodicean culture, it does not, has not and will not fly with our concerned Creator.
Shorter: God hates shit-assed lazy cows.
Posted by kerry at March 28, 2005 03:17 AM | TrackBack