If you ever git a wild hankerin’ to feel like a Saint, just hang out at Walmart in
Wichita City for 3 hours –

Tinder, Face’swap, Porn’hub, Mugshot book, Alas, came too Late in Life…
Long After Le’Clap, Le Skin’pop, Be-Bop-A-Lula and dear Leprosy…

I do not care for this wine, this Red Bull, is it an American wine?

God is something that how you say, punks you, forces you into becoming a reckless recluse and an uncommonly aloof  starry’arsed ball’gazer