I Think I Left My Religious Conviction In Your Pants Day!
I've been looking all over for my love of Christ. Can you check the rancid strip of crusted genital scuz on the crotch of your underwear and see if it's in there? Give it a whiff. My love of Christ smells like poverty. Call me if you find it. I'm gonna go post some signs around the neighborhood. Even if no one's found my love of Christ, maybe I'll get some of that fine fine ass I've been hearing so much about to give a negro a phone call.
By the way, and you know who you are, you're about as close to perfect as anything will ever come so drink wine and sing songs that are faggy.