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I like to think that there is a heaven. Somewhere above us, or perhaps on a different plane entirely, there exists a place where souls who have departed this
world can watch over those of us still in it. The thought of that type of heaven existing makes me feel so good, it gives me comfort about this tenous thing we call life.
Because then, the deceased can look down, see the half-assed way their loved ones intially tried to memorialize them and then see how quickly their
memorial, and thus their loved ones memory of them, turned to shit.
Yeah, the thought of that being heaven comforts and amuses me. And aren't those two things what religions are all about?
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There I was, titty fucking some random skank's nipples off, wondering if that was enough or if I needed to do something else completely pointless for breast cancer. If only there was a gesture equally as empty as wearing a pink bracelet or having a bake sale or throwing a magnetic ribbon on my car or walking with a herd of heifers for 5 kilometers. Something that would show my hollow support without taking any actual effort nor furthering the cause in any real way. Then it hit me like a ton of boobs. This and every October, porkjerky.com will go pink as a lip service tribute to breast cancer. Please follow my magnanimous example and do something meaninglessly worthless that doesn't require any real effort on your part for this great cause. Believe me when I say, it should be the least we can do.