"Well....perhaps the men who wrote it were. Religion is huge business."
"Wait up man!" Justin said catching up to me at the locker room door. "Want to go get a beer?" "I actually have to go, I'm sorry. " "Oh come on, one beer, won't kill you. " "Fine, one beer, whatever.
" Our beer grabbing experience was short and sweet. I actually learned that Justin was wealthy, Or at least his parents were, and all his so called friends only used him for his money.
It was actually pretty sad. I felt pity for him. I guess I can try to be his fiinger, he doesn't seem like a total douche frat boy...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑