Wednesday, February 13, 2008

La Vida Votive



Jesus!   Slacker?   Harrumph!   I'm working hard to amuse you sickos.

I'm tossing this out in the hopes of satiating you long enough for me to get the other thing done.

You should be buying these exceptional candles at your local grocer's and lighting them in penitence for your impertenance.

Photo credit sophiacreek

8 comments:

The_Scum said...

Satiated First!

Sounds sort of religious to me.

Lavi D. said...

Sounds sort of religious to me.

It is.   Other people have started religions.   Why not me?

I'll get me a flock, cut out the nice-looking does (or bitches or whatever fe-sheep are) for holy procreation and take money from the rest.

It's been working for men dressed in robes and towels for thousands of years.

The_Scum said...

The leader of the Branch Lavidians and his flock of hens!

Stop working and have the hens sell candles at airports to support you.

Lavi D. said...

Stop working and have the hens sell candles at airports to support you.

This is how it starts.

Just call me Lavi Ron Hubbard.

Rock Candy said...

hmm now I have visions of hot wax torture on my mind.....

here....scummy scummy....here boy!

Cluck

vinnymoe said...

Ewes.(Female sheep)Goofball.
Being the second aposile, I expect to be gettin' in on some Lavidian Lovin'.

Once the cash starts flowing in from the flower sales at the airport;We can Party like the big bullshit religions!

Yheahh baby,..grab hold and treat it like your soul depended on it.
If you displease me, you will be damned to spend your eternity in Yuma,El Centro or South Florida.

vinnymoe said...

By the by Lavi, the Lavidian Votive candle thing is both visionary and prostate pokin' funny!

Rock Candy said...

prostate pokin' funny!

so you are a Catholic eh?


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