Thursday, June 29, 2006  A heart-warming tale: Why I despise
organized religion..  The other day, for the life of me I
couldn't tell you why, I did something that I thought I would
never do again. No, I haven't decided to start fucking midgets
again, haven't purchased another Eminem album, and the only
reason I wore that speedo last year was because the woman I was
intimate with told me that seeing my derriere made her hotter
than Lil Kim's crotch on African Safari. After a long absence,
Humanity F Critic decided to take his black ass to church. Don't
let the title of this post fool you, I do believe in a higher
power, and that isn't based on some sort of blind faith either.
I mean, who else could have saved me from myself, those 1000
fights I have been in, the suicidal path that I took when I
tried to drink myself to death, that had to be an act of god.(I
am the poster boy for the "god looks after fools and babies"
term) Lastly, when my father was healthy, one of the only topics
that we agreed on were the fo