I'm a sucker for a pretty, me!
I was a-walking down the road, when I was accosted by a hot babe and it's troll-faced dwarven munterescent behemoth.
Turns out it's a Jehovah's Fitness, with a misshaped Jehovas Shitness for company.
I can't remember want she was blathering about. Something about Church of the Latte Day Saints. Must mean me, then, for every day is Latte Day with The Xym (although it's now a Skinny Latte). And I'm always helping out delectable dames in distress, who often compare The Xym to a Saint.
Too be honest, I was too busy ogling her up. Then I got distracted thinking she should be called Sister Mary. THEN I started thinking about Fister Mary, and how I'd "Fist Her Mary (if you know what I mean, and I'm sure that you do!)".
Unfortunately, the malformed gnome kept butting in, and foisted a copy of The Book Of Morons on me. Now, as I recall, them morons are a cult, where the blokes are brainwashed into marrying multiple strumpets that they have to keep impregnated all the time.
How cool is that - non-stop shaggery of sexy Sisters Of Blessed Beauty, all smeared in Starbucks syrupy skinny latte! That's the religion for Saint Xym, the Adonis Adonai who selflessly steps in to satify the latex leather PVC nun outfit clad convent girls and give their tetragrammaton a right good seeing to!
And if Tetragrammaton, the secret name of God YHWH, isn't a euphamism for using four french letters, then I don't know what is!
