Preachers' Kids

Let’s talk about my shirt. My glasses are blue. Roast v. Rib. That’s actually a good story that I just made up. We in no way support Sterling’s views on the Ying Yang Twins. Cross-checking senses. Accent nail. Waffles and spaghetti. Unseasoned casseroles with raisins. That Bible slaps. I like how you just wear whatever. Plus, I pull from memories and remember patterns.

It’s more fun in front of company. You don’t have a bad side. brotherrog@aol. Grow up, Church. Did he just diminish me? At home with my altar. God is in the food. I think to myself, “Get laid.” Not a Swedish family. Theological terrorism. No sexual ethic. I don’t must so. Neither cup-bearer nor eunuch. I’ll take an asterisk. Fool for a client, right here! Cockapoo times two. Plus, a youth conference keynote deflowering.

Fresh nails and chin hairs (shout out to Phong). I was gonna go see me. Jonathan drives dangerous to school. Light but from a hole of darkness. No! Oh okay, I see what you mean! I want me to be celebrated by me. Jonathan’s gonna start bringing bad news. Chance’s Dance Hall prices. Plus, Savannah Ellis doesn’t disappoint.

Ummm when I created the podcast? GSD (clean). I cannot help this person’s mom. Would you cuddle Evan Pittfield? Taylor exposes Jonathan’s prayer for the well wish that it was. Jesus was one day old when Sterling found him. Rick Warren: a love story. Church is Hooters. Don’t act like I started out this show like some foolish little boy. Something + not nothing = astounding. Jonathan said it but didn’t mean to. Keep half, you’re still a good person. White people, washcloths, and dirty legs. Plus, STERLING WAS A F****** JUGGALO.

The name of the show is established. Tara didn’t kill Jonathan’s brothers. Kevin Garnett or Prince. The city sours. Plus, Jonathan apologizes to Brooklyn.