Don’t tell me who to fuck.
Hi. I’m Hotrod_Jesus and I’m an alcoholic. Crucifixion leaves a mark on a man.
Working these days in the garage on the 13th floor. Cars are easier to sanctify than people.
To my followers looking for answers, I offer words from my dad:
“Nam et si ambulavero in medio umbrae mortis: non timebo mala, quoniam tu mecum es.”
I just wanna add if you’ve got hate in your heart, you’ve fallen off the track, and need to take your soul back to the shop.
Don’t tell me who to fuck.
Maybe, but THIS is one step beyond madness.
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.
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.
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.
Yeah, Texas isn’t kind to those of us with unique hairstyles.