Praise the Load
Imagine...*You* Being God, the Lord, Him... But imagine us.
Me: oh, um, science.
throw a load of dirty laundry in.
When you drop a load into a washing machine it doesn't follow you around for a week.
He used the holy immaculate contraception
Mary: I'd pay whatever it charged.
In a moooo-tel. I just thought of this sitting in my hotel room. Sometimes I feel like i dad joke so hard I impregnate my girlfriend from 100 miles away.
Because I'm autistic xD XDXD
A: A back-handed compliment.