No. I do not like this relationship between Rih Rih and and Travis because he is a DICK. Story time.

As a kid, I was very sick a lot with bronchitis, strep, you name it, if it could hit your throat/lungs, I got it. Now, my mom DID take me to the doctor, but after a few times of repeat illness, she called in the big religious guns...her prayer group. I was taken, SUPER sick, to one of her friend’s houses, laid down on…

This happened to my friend IRL, she was seriously injured in an accident at a Christian summer camp and instead of calling an ambulance straight away, the adults in charge prayed for over an hour before calling the ambulance.

God’s kinda OK, but his fanboys can be serious assholes.

I tip according to the normal price of my meal, plus tax. So if I have a groupon for two entrees for the price of one, I tip for two entrees plus tax. If my favorite waitress at my favorite restaurant pours generously and brings me a free glass of wine (which is common), I tip according to the number of glasses she…

Prayer, when you won’t help, but don’t want to look bad.

The first story makes me think of the stories out of Japan about lonely otaku going on “dates” with their body pillows.

“Oh, you’re bleeding to death? Well I’m sure god will get right on that. If he doesn’t, you must not have prayed hard enough!” *Leaves*

The people are fun to laugh at in this story but the fact there’s a weekend edition of BCO is undeniably proof God exists.

*rubs eyes* Weekend BCO? WEEKEND BCO!!!

Mentioning the 9/11 gift shop always makes me think of this.

Well this is a story of my grandfather at a moment of great family sadness and pain.

I wrote a parody of Passion of the Christ (as a kind of performance art piece) that was so sacrilegious that my friends who performed in it had their kid taken away in a custody dispute when the Catholic judge was shown pics of it. Took years to straighten out. Worst thing I ever accidentally did.

Mine is pretty tame. When I was into Jesus (lol I WAS A CHILD, OK?) I went on a bus trip to this giant Presbyterian Bible Camp at Purdue University the summer between sophomore and jr. year (ETA: of high school, NOT college). Besides the Jesus stuff, it was actually fun - the daily services were mostly huge…

Yea, I mean, you can’t just continue to tear through the bar scene anymore. But at least for me, it was a welcome wake up call to be more exclusive and only sleep with partners invested in my well-being. Though I can’t say that that conclusion wasn’t reached after a good 6 months of self loathing and extreme feelings…

“I’m only here so I don’t get fined”

And I got something at 24 following all the necessary precautions! Luck of the draw is really all it boils down to if you're sexually active, which is why STI stigmas are such bullshit because we're all one sexual encounter away from this supposedly sex life ruining social faux pas.

Pictured: Crystal Wang