The scene: Carmart, 7:06 p.m. It's a Monday. All is quiet.
The Lord's cube van, plain as day. If ever a ride deserved a set of chrome spinners...
The good news? I'm not a murderer. The bad news? Oh shit, hate is murder! I'm five for five! The good news again? I do own a bible, so there's hope.
If anyone has a paper cutout of Mr. T's head that's about 150% life size, I will pay any price. My Lord needs a face.
I looked up all those bible verses so you don't have to. Yup, it's pretty much all there. Oddly enough, however, there was absolutely nothing about Adam and Steve. I'm as surprised as you are.
(Seriously, wouldn't Mr. T make an awesome Messiah? I mean, in some ways he already is, but think about it: I pity the idolatrous homosexual unbelieving fool!)