God almighty, we ask you to bless this feast that lie before us. Please allow these spent lottery tickets with they silver scratchery seasonings to nourish out bodies, as they were unable to do the same to our wallets. Lord, thank for that untimely frost you sent that claim our portly banana orchids. Oh I was a fool to plant bananers on a mountain, you made sure of that. In short, thanks for nothing.
You wanna thank the Lord for that truck-boat-truck?
You silly bitch don't be tellin him about my truck-boat-truck.
-But daddy you tell everybody about that cause that's your pride and joy.
CAUSE IT'S BAD *** IS WHY.

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