All my Sunday school class homies join in: “♫He’s got the whoooooole moon in His hands. He’s got the whoooooooole moon in His hands. He’s got the whoooooooole moon in His hands. He’s got the whole moon in His hands.♫”
I will fly out to where this person lives. I will rent a car at the airport and, using Waze, will drive to their house. And then…I will stand on the sidewalk across the street from them while glaring. Glaring AND scowling with disapproval.
Jesus has chosen the moon men. Weep, oh children of earth, as your god prefers the feel of rare hydrogen isotopes and mostly grey sand over your stupid ass shenanigans.
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