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It's like breaking the sound barrier with loud pops and apparently lifting the front of cars with ease so I heard.
Word up!
I was asked to draw a picture of God in the first grade. I drew myself, in a tuxdeo, with an infinite rat tail (it was 1989, rat tails were cool).
I am proud to say I cleansed all my friends by high school. One of them described me as "asking the most inappropriate questions at the most perfect times" being what lead to his loss of faith.
To be fair, they only took two really hard runs at me to try and baptize ne. Once in 2nd grade, then again in 8th. By 8th, I was so fluent in blasphemy that the priest told me I was going to Hell in about 5 minutes of conversation.