Christianity, It’s For The…Well You Know

At first I thought it was a tired, shitty Christian metaphor. You know, something about soaring with God or how we all need Jesus in our nests or how the holy spirit is there to preen us and regurgitate sustenance into our mouths or how god indiscriminately shits all over our freshly washed cars. But […]

I remember the first thing I splurged on when I became rich: A Haitian sex slave. I know I know, but this was a different time, before everyone got all PC and sex trafficking became bad.