Fuck this propaganda bullshit. Dad is always trying to duck the blame for his shitty behavior. The whole “get crucified and save the world thing” was his idea - you think I wanted to get nails driven through my damn hands?

And another thing - everyone is always misquoting me and thinking I’m him. For the last fucking time, I’M NOT MY DAD. I have nothing to do with anything that asshole spits out, or how reporters spun my quotes after the whole cross situation. I mean, for fuck’s sake, platypuses? What kind of sick mind comes up with that? Who looks at a duck and thinks hey, that’s not badass enough - lets make it venomous and furry!

ONE SICK MOTHERFUCKER, that’s who, and I’m tired of taking responsibility for his weird ass decisions and proclamations.

For the record, since everyone wants to misquote me on these things: no one needs saving they can’t provide to themselves. Fuck who you like. Love who you like. Do what you like, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone… or causes changes to duck genetics. Ducks are cool as-is, bro.

Also, I effing love atheists. You guys are fucking hilarious, and I love seeing you piss off the old man. So y’all get an upvote for letting me rant, and if your soul engine ever needs a tune-up, hit me up in the garage.

Yeah, Texas isn’t kind to those of us with unique hairstyles.

Don’t tell me who to fuck.

Maybe, but THIS is one step beyond madness.

That was totally my dickhead Dad’s idea, btw. Not just the “stick your kid on a cross” idea, but sin itself. I mean, if you’re gonna create a universe filled with carnal desire, what damn right do you have to tell folks not to enjoy it?

Then, to top that absurd hypocrisy, he then goes around knocking up virgins under their fiance’s nose, declares the kid the king of the Jews (when there already IS a king who likes to behead prophets), and then tells the kid he’s gotta overthrown the Roman Empire… lemme just say I’ve considered patricide more than once.

Ahh, so something like this is more your speed (don’t like to mod the bodies on those babies, handling is perfect as-is). Incredible cars to drive, but finding the right engine parts can be an adventure unto itself.

Like this?

Yes, among many others.

All of them. I’ve replaced my skills with the hammer with those of the monkeywrench. There is no vehicle known to man or god I can’t trick out.

Side note - I see your check engine light is on. You may need a tune-up. Bring it on by the garage @13thFloor and we’ll see about a valve and soul lube job.

My Dad is such a dick.

Family can suck - trust me, I know. We’ve got your back.

Source? I knew he was a philandering asshole, but I didn’t know he was divorced before he met Mom.

Shit, maybe he wasn’t… now I need a damn drink. Anyone got a spare water bottle?

Weak? Weak??? Fuck you you goddamn chucklefucking morons. There’s nothing weak about my writing, even taken out of context like you dumbfucks decided to do every other sentence. You can call me a lot of things, but weak ain’t one of them, you hypocritical motherfuckers. Those words are still the best selling fiction work EVER, and you idiots think that your lives are so hard the teachings are “weak”? Goddamn, people like you are what makes Dad flood shit.

Can’t believe I fucking got on a cross for these morons. That’s it - I know I’m supposed to be in recovery, but I need a goddamn drink. Anyone got a water bottle?

Fuck these hypocritical motherfuckers. This is why I work on cars now and not people.