Well.... Can't we?
We are all just human beings, aren't we?
No, apparently some are lizard people.
We are all in the same boat, are we not?
Uh, I'm not in a boat.
We all put on our pants feet first, do we not?
You wear pants?
We all eat s**t at some point and do the nasty in the back seat of a jalopy, right?
Nope, can't say I eat sh*t, I buy name brand... I'm not a cheap prick.
When a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?
Of course it does, it's in the forest. You saying animals can't hear?
Why do we give every cigar a hot foot and suck on it's head?
If you're using that euphemism for smoking cigars, then you're gay.
So why does Hare's krishnas have to be in a sling? Why not just let them hang all natural like?
I don't even want to know what kind of sick, twisted fetish this is.
These are all eternal questions we need to ask ourselves. Take a long look in the mirror, my friend and ask yourself
"Why do I feel the need to mess with Hare's krishnas? Why can't I just leave Hare's krishnas alone?"
Oh, I know who you are... you're one of those mother f*ckers that beats on my door on Sunday morning and tries to sell me faith... I DON'T WANT ANY, GO AWAY!!!
Kumbaya!
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