Earlier today, me and my skater punk friends were being total rebels and prowling around the city doing all kinds of dangerous, hardly illegal things. One of them even littered :O DON'T TELL ON US!!!1
Anyways, we jay-walked across the street and cars were honking at us, but we're so rebellious that we just pulled our skin-tight jeans down to show off our boxers even more and flipped them off, then we blew our long, glorious hair out of our faces and continued walking.
There was this church across the street, but it was Saturday so the gates were closed, but we didn't care 'cause we're punks. We're so scrawny and boneless that we just slid right between the bars. We started skating around on our boards, but we don't know how to do anything except ollie and kickflip, so we got bored really quickly. Until one of our friends got this crazy idea to jump right off the roof!
We started cheering him on as he climbed on top, but when he got ready to jump down, this old guy wearing this black cloak thing walked out and started saying thing like, "What in the Lord's name!" We started to run away because this guy could call the authorities or something, and we didn't want to get in trouble! What would our parents think?!
But before we ran away, the preacher said, "You can run, but you can't hide from the eyes of the Lord! God sees all!"
Then I said, "But can he see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch?!?!"
"It's got the blood of Jesus Christ running through each square?"
"No, it's got cinnamon sugar swirls in every bite!"
The preacher took a spoonful and bowed and kissed the ground started doing prayer shit.
So yeah. 3000 posts.
