Ohhhhh I’d have some questions for that mother f’er. Maybe show him that pulitzer prize winning picture of a starving child with the vulture sitting next to her and demand and explanation. Probably not though, if God actually existed he’d be pretty terrifying with that whole burn in hell for eternity tactic to force you to worship him, like some gangster protection racket. You ever see that Jim Jefferies comedy bit where God crashes a party, gets drunk and demands attention? Then he starts insisting he loves everyone, but sees a gay man and starts screaming he hates faggots? It’s hysterical.
Yah - I have yet to do shit things to the boys just so they can prove their love to me.
I haven’t yet said “your gift to me is better than your brother’s”
“your brother isn’t doing things the way I want - go kill him”
“Here, give me your hand” and I hold it on the burner because he had the audacity to disobey the house rules.
Hahahaha - like my house has any rules. That was funny !
Oh, it wasn’t a contest, just something a mother posted
My grandmother taught mum that anyone who was a good housekeeper was mentally unwell. Over the years I’ve realised nana was pretty much accurate-- One of dad’s sisters used to starch and iron her sheets , polish her outside (brass) taps and hand wax her front verandah, among other things…
One of dad’s mates’ wives would belt her kids if they dropped so much as a scrap of paper on the floor.