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In The Immortal Words Of Jesus Christ: 'Oy Vey'
Am I the only one who really enjoys it when people take poetic license with religous symbols? Makes me giggle like a sexy prepubescent
little girl. Its obligatory that you put up a crappy memorial. Its mandatory that you use a
cross. Its required that you nail up a plastic wreath. It's compulsory that you have trash strewn around it. Everything else though; fair
game. Bastardize, blasphemy and corner-cut as you employ your gloriously wonderful creative powers to produce a pile of shit that steams like this.
I wonder if this type of cross contains 3 times the jesus power of normal crosses? "Hey, if a normal cross with its one horizontal board
honors jesus then this motherfucker is gonna knock his leper-healing sandals off". Or maybe the guy who made it could only steal enough
wood from a construction site for 2 crosses. And instead of leaving out one person he just made one super bad-ass cross to honor them all.
In that case: Kudos to you sir.
Poor, poor, Tracy, Cecil and Sydney Stowers (who is a baby, in case you
missed it). First they get plowed by a drunk on christmas eve (how apt is that?)
who literally walked away from the accident. Then they are subjected to having
this hunk of dogshit display their names for me to find. Oy.
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