My confession:
"Dear God,
I have to confess to you here today that I opened that damnable "Triple H leaves WWE" thread. I knew when you spoke to me from the burning bush, saying that I shall spend eternity in hell for my temptations today, that I would probably fail the test. Maybe my true failure was when I silenced your voice by giving my girlfriend that ointment...but she said it really burned, and I pitied her. But that's why I'm here, God. I want to repent for trusting the false prophets. I want to return to your loving arms, whilst heaving insults at the infidels from mine anus."
So to spd10000, if that is your real name, I'd normally ask you to tug on your twat a little less, being in the spirit of good nature. But today I feel a bit holier. Instead I shall simply ask you to reconsider your meaning in this world. Is it really to lovingly caress your mother's buttocks while she sleeps? Or are you really here to do the world a load of good. Feed the starving children whose mothers I refuse to pay alimony (
) and perhaps you too will find the graciousness of God on your doorstep....or it could just be the pizza guy. Either way, my point here is that I hate you and go away.