Where are all my religious blasphemy phone sex freaks? I could get nothing but religious blasphemy phone sex calls all day and still feel like I could take more of them. I mean, I live on this fucking shit show of a planet. I have eyes that see and ears that hear, but most importantly I have a brain that can process what’s going on, and what’s going on is that the big man on a cloud is a fucking piece of shit…and I’m not afraid to say it.
At this point I’ve decided that he’s nothing but a weak cuck pig anyway. Seriously, for all the shit talking I do on religious blasphemy phone sex calls, I should have been smited at least 666 times by now. Apparently big sky Daddy is a chicken shit, or he would have decimated me by now. Maybe where the good book says man was created in his image, it really meant all the beta bitches out there, and the reality is the big man is actually getting off on me insulting him. I mean, so many of my callers enjoy that – even dudes who claim to be “alpha in my daily life” (honey, please with that shit) blow huge loads when I tell them how pathetic they are, so why can’t the divine dickhead above enjoy it too?
Fuck God. I have a lovely strap on for that, in fact. I bet he’d love it too.
What do you think? If anything I just said made any sense to you, then we need to enjoy some religious blasphemy phone sex together soon. I’d love to hear your take on the fat fucker in the sky. Call 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Delilah, the nastiest temptress sinner around!!