or as my husband calls it, Fuckingham, aka home of a ridiculously large, ugly cross, which is a hideous eyesore, and also this…
I fucking cannot.
And, of course, there is no book called “When Jesus Speaks to a Man’s Heart,” because obviously men are inherently better than women, and clearly don’t need advice from Jesus.
Eat my entire ass, Effingham. 🖕🏻