So, I know I already posted this month, but, uh… I blacked out after eating some questionable pork this morning, and when I came to in the early evening, there was a scale model of a cheese sandwich mounted on a plinth sitting on my desk.
And based on the pictures I found on my camera, I’m pretty sure I’m responsible. 🙁
I’m pretty sure that blasphemy committed under the influence of bad meat doesn’t count, though.
Like, I haven’t been to church in a while, but I feel like the nun mentioned that back in Sunday school. It was near the bit where you’re not supposed to covet garments made from cloth and shellfish, I think.
I still get into heaven though, right?