November 9, 2009...10:35 am

True Story

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Ashlinn is mopping the floor and I’m doing the dishes.
“It smells like God’s bathroom in here” I said.
“God doesn’t have a bathroom” she says.
“God has to poop somewhere.”
“God doesn’t poop.”
“Oh yeah? How do you explain Massachusetts!!!!”

ZIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!

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