And so the Kings of Utah / Leave It To Jesus crossover continues. I mean, c'mon, haven't we all fantasized about making a celebrity eat money at gun point? And, when I say "fantasize", I don't mean "masturbate while thinking about". What you want to do in the comfort of your own home is up to you, unless you want to video tape it and sell it on the Internet; then what you want to do is usually mandated by your local government. Try not to poke its eyes out, it still can't drive very well. Whee. Goddamnit, I love antihistamines. They make it so that the space-time continuum stops making my teeth itch. And that's when the donkey says, "That's enough, Alice." Get it? Like a donkey.
Is anybody still reading?
Shit, I think I lost everybody on the end of that paragraph. Got too random, eh? I wrote it, and it even confuses me a little. Well, more than a little. I am all whacked out on Benadryl. Not too whacked out, you see, to find the last link, but too whacked out to even manage a little coherency. Beep.
So, hey, the Pimp Contest is still going on. What the hell are you doing? Go and enter!
SUPER MEGA UPDATE: There's another Pimp Contest winner! Congratulations Cory Wheat (email@example.com) on winning an @officialjesuschrist.com email address! Now, let me tell you, you need to really cook these addresses before you serve them to your family, for at least three or four hours. If you don't, you won't kill all the bacteria and your address may turn poisonous. Remember: salmonella isn't just for sandwiches anymore, it's also for subcompact automobiles. At least that's what they say in Europe.