So do you know where theologians and spies come from?
They’re created together, in a pair.
There’s a rivalry, over one person’s dreams (the leader) and the other person’s fears (the assassin).
They mix, at a young age, kindergarten, and there’s a duel.
The self-defense victor, is the spy.
The losing assailant, is the theologian.
If the fight goes the wrong way, they turn homosexual in highschool.
A theologian, makes you dependent on the government.
A spy, makes you independent of rules and laws.
If a theologian defeats the spy, the theologian becomes a child molester, a real life rapist timid.
If the spy defeats the theologian, they get to go to margaritaville, isolation by self demand.
You don’t give a theologian his heroin, he causes a terror attack.
You don’t give the spy his beer and liquor, he kills a cop.
I consider myself a pro bono attorney, like Ted Bundy.
My first girl was Maori-Latino.
I’m Chicano Power.
I specialize in MI-6, Britain, and Canadians.
I don’t like Natives that believe in God, either.
See you in Hell, Lennox.
I’ll have a needle for your arm, if you bring the whiskey for my throat.
The Blue Ribbon Pig:
Harvey Weinstein, frauded you into a talent trap, if he recognized something you wrote, without being able to place it, but finding it uplifting.
He recognized a hymn, from a sick mother, to heal her, through a son.
Or if with a woman, an abortionist’s lullaby.