Jesus Is My Sweeper

Jesus was a terrible hockey player. He was always nailed to the boards...

 

Unfortunately, due to an injury, John The Baptist's header was never the same.

 

We're gonna have to reserve a banquet room in hell, now.

But I'm laughing...

 

I'm howling.

 

Fenian, you know, one of these days, being a Christian as you once implied, you're going to intentionally post something positive about faith that might indiicate you have some. I think you're much more in to winning the approval of men than any semblance of the deity Catholics call Christ. But that's just my opinion based on your reads.

 

It's a shame these ladies had to find out the hard way, but...

Nobody Fucks with The Jesus!

 

I waive consecutive translation here.

 

I hear Job's got a hell of an eye at the dish.

 

No wonder you're stumbling around in a sea of confusion about your faith. Go impress your liberal buddies. I'll leave your maker to decide if you're impressing him with your garbage. It's really none of my business. But as a witness to anything to do with him, you miss the boat.

 

What's that scripture about casting the first stone?

 

He is a witness to The Riz, he gave testimony after "one of those brick-breaking specials" at the Pentecostal church down the road.

 

Yawn, what's your thoughts on Ray Lewis being God's linebacker? And would God run a 3-4 or 4-3 scheme?