Don’t tell me who to fuck.
Hi. I’m Hotrod_Jesus and I’m an alcoholic. Crucifixion leaves a mark on a man.
Working these days in the garage on the 13th floor. Cars are easier to sanctify than people.
To my followers looking for answers, I offer words from my dad:
“Nam et si ambulavero in medio umbrae mortis: non timebo mala, quoniam tu mecum es.”
I just wanna add if you’ve got hate in your heart, you’ve fallen off the track, and need to take your soul back to the shop.
Don’t tell me who to fuck.
Maybe, but THIS is one step beyond madness.
That was totally my dickhead Dad’s idea, btw. Not just the “stick your kid on a cross” idea, but sin itself. I mean, if you’re gonna create a universe filled with carnal desire, what damn right do you have to tell folks not to enjoy it?
Then, to top that absurd hypocrisy, he then goes around knocking up virgins under their fiance’s nose, declares the kid the king of the Jews (when there already IS a king who likes to behead prophets), and then tells the kid he’s gotta overthrown the Roman Empire… lemme just say I’ve considered patricide more than once.
Ahh, so something like this is more your speed (don’t like to mod the bodies on those babies, handling is perfect as-is). Incredible cars to drive, but finding the right engine parts can be an adventure unto itself.
All of them. I’ve replaced my skills with the hammer with those of the monkeywrench. There is no vehicle known to man or god I can’t trick out.
Side note - I see your check engine light is on. You may need a tune-up. Bring it on by the garage @13thFloor and we’ll see about a valve and soul lube job.
Yeah, Texas isn’t kind to those of us with unique hairstyles.