Look, Swayze, I just want to make a clay pot. OK?I know you're new to Heaven and all, so we're kind of in a saved-by-grace period. You dirty-danced with a lot of different religions over the years, and I'll admit - after your flings with those sluts, Scientology and Buddhism - I'm happy to be the one you call Baby.
I get it, you really do love me with all your heart and soul.
Ditto.
But for fuck sake, give me two seconds alone, will ya?
There's a lot more to do in heaven than worship the ground I walk on, Swayze. I mean, the streets are paved with gold, you can fly, and you can drink as much of my blood as you want without getting hung over. But all you seem to want to do is ruin my every attempt at pottery. So back the fuck off.
Nobody puts Baby Jesus in a corner!
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Jesus Christ, man! You put the smile on my Monday after reading your posts! My husband used to run a pottery, BTW, and often called for you when he burn himself on those kilns!!
I do what I can, Lena.
I came to seek and save the lost... and blog.
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