Growing up Catholic had a lot of fun elements like for example at the age of 7 I thought I was going to Hell because I had a crush on the dad from Arthur, who was married

I’m inventing a new game called “Is this headline a fake Onion article or real life news?” Rules are self explanatory and there is no way to win because everything is shit and we’re all screwed.

Me when eggs are $20 a dozen and Colombia won’t provide us coffee, but “breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”