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 […]

If our shit tasted more like cinnamon, would we eat more shit or less cinnamon? And would my girlfriend finally suck me off after I fucked her in the ass?