why the fuck did I write this
- Letture 68
- Voti 1
- Parti 1
There is no forgiveness in God's heart for me. My transgressions are far too great and far too horrific. This cursed sin with drag me down with vigor, to the darkest, deepest, pits of fire and brimstone. Hell always has room for one more being of sin.
No wrongdoings shall go unpunished in the dreary depths of Hell.
No context shall be given.
Jk
So I wrote this in a youtube comment and then I sent it to all my friends so now I'm posting it here because I laughed for far too long. Its not even that funny wtf-
Also the give me your liver thing was made by me in 5 minutes and I say thats a win on my part sooooooo...
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