Come, smell the manly musk of your savior. I oft times walk as if I am carrying a cross. People stop and say "Joe you walk like you got a load in your pants". No, it's the burden of carrying societies ills that makes me walk that way. The burden of carrying the joys of the world on my shoulders. And some of the maggots say "Joe you got me through my divorce, Joe you got me through my battle with colon cancer, you got me through this hideous time in my life". But who gets me through. WHO CAN I TURN TO?. That's just it. I have no one to turn to. Because...I am the end of the line. While I am the way of the truth and the light, YOU MAY COME UNTO ME. The similarities are amazing. I too sit up on the throne...of course I'm smokin' a newport and reading sports iullustrated. You think anyone was BORN to post like this? Don't you think there must be some sort of divine intervention, AND YET YOU CAST YOUR DOUBTS? YOU WOULD RISK ETERNAL DAMNATION TO TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!? YOU THINK ANYONE CAN DO THIS OUT OF SHEER WILL ALONE? Come, my friend, be by my side. The rest will burn in eternal damnation while we dance. RIDE THIS TRAIN TO GLORY WITH ME. We shall shout not hallelujah, but HAIL THE SATAN. Come with me now, habba do ga ga HABBA DA GA GA HABBA DO GA GA!!! Oh no, wait a minnit, THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS ARE COMING FOR ME, NO WAIT. I'M JESUS, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, IM REALLY JESUS AHAHA HAEH A EAHA EH AH AHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!!