Regardless of whether you’re good or evil, you have to admit, Christians have better beards than Satanists. Maybe if you stop worshiping Satan, your beard will fill in the bald spots.
Jeff refused to meet Bruce’s longing gaze. They would always have that one night after the lemon drop shots in the Ramada Jungle Room Lounge in Denton, but the church elders would never understand…
Who do you serve?
Someone has stuck a sign on the Festivus Pole.
The definition of Holy Shit.
It’s about to go down.
Regardless of whether you’re good or evil, you have to admit, Christians have better beards than Satanists. Maybe if you stop worshiping Satan, your beard will fill in the bald spots.
God hates ratty beards.
Anything following the two words “God Hates…” is invariably written by a mental pygmy.
^No offense, Derp*.
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God hates Derp…
God hates confusing insults (mental pygmy? you cognitive dwarf.)
You malodorous midget
You shit-brain short dude.
Low-Rise Log Licker
donkey punch kumquat
Porch Beef Poon-Flapper
Mud flap monkey mooner.
Bulbous Taint Tapper.
the best ever death metal band out of Denton?
Oh yeah! Cognitive Dwarf. They ROCK!
God hates hate.
These dudes should put down their signs and get together for a chai latte to bond over their mutual love of shit beards
Sculpt, don’t hate. That’s what I always say.
Jeff refused to meet Bruce’s longing gaze. They would always have that one night after the lemon drop shots in the Ramada Jungle Room Lounge in Denton, but the church elders would never understand…