look at that drunk fat slob who i am pretending to be friends with so she will show us her boobs so we can take pictures and put them on the internet and i’m all yo baby yo baby yo!

so got my hair done and there was this catholic woman there who was also a bigot and claimed that she and her friends are considered the “yummy mummies” in town and i told her that religion is a crutch and she said black people are lazy and we were created different for a reason so races shouldn’t mix. she just wouldn’t shut up about her extremely rich trinidadian upbringing she was such a classist ignorant yuppie and there was nothing yummy about her. i was so fucking mad i just kept my mouth shut the entire time.

she said she couldn’t believe people who have no faith and how they could cope at funerals thinking that their lost loved one might not be in a better place.

you know what bitch, it’s called being realistic. when you’re dead, you’re fucking DEAD and your magical soul is DEAD TOO. there is no heaven there is no hell, fuck you, shut up. there is no such other being bigger than us who created us and is watching over us and helping us pfffft. life isn’t a disney movie. we don’t hang out in the clouds when we’re dead. your dead grandma can’t see you right now dude, she’s gone city and going to some building one day a week isn’t going to make you a better person.

the sabbath is a sham and the other six days are just mind control.

then she had the nerve to say oh when i was younger i was anti-religion too and since your grandfather was an athiest i hope he didn’t have a religious funeral. he didn’t but who the fuck is she to ask.

make sure the priest doesn’t diddle your kids.