Jim was a hardworking young man. He always worked from 8 to 5 seven days a week with no vacation time. He paid his taxes and went to church. A good guy, Jim was! Now, Jim had a beautiful wife named Tricia. Tricia sprang forth a beautiful baby boy that they named Jim Jr., and they were the picture perfect storybook family. But Jim Jr. grew up and there was a burning deep down within his soul. The devil some said. Others just dismissed it as typical teenage rebellion years. One day Jim Jr. refused to go to church and his father was so mad with rage that he locked him up in his room for a week. A fair ration of food was given to him, and while most kids would be upset and broken hearted, Jim Jr. was having the time of his life. He still had all of his Opeth CDs by God!! And listen to them he did!!! Night and day!! Praise Jesus!! Jim finally let his boy out of the room, but Jim Jr. didn't wanna leave. Opeth were all the Gods this boy ever needed. Now Jim would try to get little Jim OUT of his room to punish him. After a few years, little Jim's parents found that he would go on long walks without telling them what he was doing. Once when Tricia was cleaning up his room, however, she found a severed head in his sock drawer. So shocked she was at this horrific sight that she bent to her knees to pray to her savior. "What has my lttile boy done???" she cried! "What horrific monstor has he become???" She reached out slowly to touch the head and she realized that she was just a stupid bitch who can't see straight. It was just an inflated beach ball. Little Jim came in and heard her story and he simply said "Jesus, what the fuck's wrong with you?"
That's my long and pointless story
teeheehee!
That's my long and pointless story
teeheehee!
Good luck getting volunteers.
