I love Jesus Christ

Hes my saviour

 

:H Good Good

 

Thanks man

 

I'am not a man


sorry i could not help myself

 

the j.c is hot

 

it's a good thing to love people
it's also really important

 

Your not???

 

Yes, I do agree... I love you man...

 

um are you saying whether i am not a guy
or not crying?

 

Well this is a long story, you see when i was a young lad, sitting once in an open field at sunrise, i smoked some crack cocaine, with a amputee veteran woman of the civil war. Blarney folk passed, took high noon and pitch camp at fort sumter, underneath the scenic bypass, almost rather a bridge by the freeway in rapid city.

Many months passed and the winters got cold, and my face shirveled into a turnip as i sipped my last turnip juice I rapped my wounds and hung long over my missing teeth which i now kept inside of my coat pocket inside my last piece of gauze bandage which was make shift made out of the leather of my dearly parted loved amputee's one's skin.

as the ice started to melt i took my teeth to the local dental operation clinic, had them sow them back onto my gums. I woke up the next morning in terrible pain, ate some gum, and headed for the summit, which now was only a fort night and noon away from this destiny of mine... this destiny of mine... this destiny of mine... this destiny of mine, to.... to.... to... to.... climb to the top of mountain everest.

I soon woke up, and realized i had drank the whole winter away with my bottle of sweet gin, and bitter whiskey. i soon cam fast to realize i was the purple elephant amputee that i thought i ate and made clothes out of her skin, CAUSE OF FROST BITE!!! soon i was stumbling yelling at cars passing by like usual..

All of the sudden as i got too close to one of the cars passing by, they opened the window and halted to a stop.. I began to run, when at that moment i was tackled and thrown into a small strange grey cell.. I... I... Was.. Was... Was... was.............................................. In jail.

I found my way to the top of the social hierarchy by smuggling in narcotics and paraphenalia to the jailmates. My comrad Jesus, baked fresh, cookies in return. After the thir night, i was realesed back into the wild. I soon hunted down an elk with my ferocious ill tempered claws. feasted upon its slimy neck.
I holwed like a wolf for the next 36 hours or so.. then fell asleep.. smoked some crack cocaine and fell asleep again, and fell asleep again. and ate somemore elk, and smoked some more crack cocaine, and ate some more elk and fell asleep.

Soon my howling was not in vain, a young fresh wolfensteinette, came to my aide, we had 17 children, made out of wolf babies.
Int he following weeks, my sorrows of old would come to haunt me, when i found my wife had been cheaitng on me.. With herself!! because she wasnt really a wolf she was a man!!

Now im severly traumatized. So when you said Im not a man...

I got a Civil War flashback..

 

aww, i love you too man =)

 

If I meet Jesus, I'll beat him up.

 

um trys not to laugh sorry
You do know if you write a biography I would pay loads to get a copy - but I know you will send me one for free that was one interesting story.

Seriously I am not a man/boy but that story made me think anything’s or nearly otherwise *goes to study herself more*

Sorry if me laughing about it makes you angry

 

I love Jesus Christ a whole lot, but nobody is or was my saviour.

 

Ahhaha.
I like.
But, you see...I dont love a man that's gonna send me to the Malebolge!

 

yep i read your post with interest ------"who are whipped by horned demons" --------harsh stuff *gloats - then winks*

 

jesus was chill man he wouldnt Male Buldge you man. Lol

 

Ah its alright.. You dont make me angry.. Laughter is one of the last things i have...

And i do intend to right a biogrpahy, ill send you one in the mail.

 

Almost az nice as Ohshama.