Give me “angry messiah”
Okay, it’s official: there is no God.
Because if there were, She would smite the holy fuck out of anyone who crossed this ungodly threshold.
Welcome to the Bible Belt, folks. Jesus loves you, but He loves you even more if you’re really, really ridiculously good-looking.
To me, this place seems like the very bastion of humility and virtue—what with its modest signage, streetlamp beacon of hope and strip mall locale. I mean, I’m sure this is exactly what Jesus meant by:
“Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them,” (Matthew 6:1).
I do wonder, however, whether they have a separate casting couch for prepubescent boys?