No point in killing myself until I kill a few people at least. I need to go out in style. None of that pussy suicide crap.
i will go to up to heaven & say to God: "where's my grandma?" because i miss her so much.... i wouldn't have anything else to say to Him.
Jesus is going to walk up to me and give me a fist bump, then he's going to let me in through the Pearly Gates and as we turn around and look at all the whores going into Hell he's going to point at one and ask "Was that the chick that you did?" and I'll say "No her name was Elena"
no. my grandma was a saint... when she arrived in heaven, she told st. peter @ the gates to take a coffee break & she would cover for him. i may not believe on God and jesus but i believe in her because she was real.
God determines whether you go to Hell or Heaven. So you will see him regardless if you are going to Hell. That is, if he exists.
then he laughs at you and says, "yeah okay pal, you gonna wear your guy fawkes mask while you do it? anyway, lets go through all this times you tried sticking your dick in the dog, and where in hell you belong."
i can tell you whatever i think hes going to say to you, becuase there is just as much chance of him saying what i think hell say, as to what you think he will say. im not,
God is all-knowing and omnipotent. He would already know what you would say. If I was really going to say anything to God, it would be something a long the lines of... ... "... You know..." ...
I'd ask if collecting your sperm in bottles counts as "spilling your seed". Cause I'm not really spilling it, am I?