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
1 For what?