Godmobile
Imagine, if you will, the following situation: You embark on a walk of shame down Passyunk, relieved you escaped a girl’s apartment before she woke up. You cannot wait to get your hung-over ass planted on your couch, where you’ll vegetate in front of the TV all day. Your suddenly remember what happened last night. After a zillion shots, you punched some guy who said he liked your shirt because you thought he was being sarcastic. After getting booted from the Cantina, you treated your boys to cheese steaks so you wouldn’t have to apologize for getting kicked out. Your roommate hit on some chicks while you stood in line at Geno’s and you got jealous. To get some attention, you challenged your roomy to a cheesesteak eating contest—six ‘whiz withouts’ later you were in bed with a girl who may have had a mustache. Just when you think you couldn’t feel worse, you pass the Godmobile, which loudly yells, “Unless ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish.” For a moment, you think about going back to church and getting your life together. Then you go home and watch football.
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