So ladies you come home from a hard day at work. Pork smelling unrighteous, but lining your bath tub is every pleasant fragrance known to man in bath gel. You fill the tub, pour in some mango-coconut-passionfruit gel in the nice warm water and generate a nice sud filled bath you can't wait to get in. You climb in after that one last [censored] and sit down to enjoy that Calgon moment when your stomach starts rolling. You lean slightly to the side and let one rip and when the bubbles bring the odor to the surface, your eyes fill with instant tears, burning tears and your nose starts to run. The mountains of fragrance stand no chance against the mighty rushing wind that just breezed by your nostrils. You sit there stunned, wondering to yourself, [censored]?!?!?! You realize it is time for that washout mom's been telling you about.

I need Jesus. That is all.

I need Jesus. That is all.
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