So I'm going to leave you with a little pre-sermon reading material. More will be discussed tomorrow. In the meantime, write me. Ask me questions. Offer to birth my children so that my clearly superior genes might be carried on through the generations. You know, the routine shit.
Mahalo,
Uncle Tambour
Required reading. Guess what we're talking about tomorrow. Sleep well, my little plague pustules.
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