Religious derision knows no bounds.

Seems that Fatass and Wife have emperically decided that their narrow-minded Midwest Baptist ham-and-corn-eating swine lifestyles should pour onto Marm's dreams like artery-clogging gravy over a perfectly healthy egg. 

Fuck them, Marm. Fuck them right in their tight yet pasty and flabby asses. 

Live your own dream. Make that carpet fly. 

Just don't pee on it.

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