In God we trust, for now, until he lets us down like everybody else

Manly deeds, womanly words, gay panic

I have found it. No, wait, I didn’t.

Let us be grateful to God.1

To the stars through adversity, to the liquor store at 8 a.m.

With God, all things are possible. Well, that’s wrong.

Thus be it always to pizzas: I will eat a lot of you.

Mountaineers are always free. But what’s the point?

Gold and silver, and also a weird smell.


Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem
(TRANSLATION: “I think I might have fibromyalgia”)

Live free and die

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1 For what?