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This summer, it grows hot. As the heat rises, so does your sinning. You are unable to control yourselves, like the rutting animals you are. You disgust me. As the stench of sin once again reaches intolerable levels, it falls once again on me, the most reverend Reverend, to deal with it.
I have not seen such disgusting levels of sin since I used to be the personal moral and faith guidance counsellor for the Democrats did missionary work among the slums of Juarez. In order to deal with this level of sin, we are going to need some help. But not clothes.
Hark, for the Goddess Gal Gadot doth approach… or from this angle walks away, or is leading you into the Confession Booth for a good, hard unburdening of your soul. She looks hungry. Brace yourselves.
The topic of this confession will suit your contrarians out there. Do you secretly hold a candle for Battlefield Earth? Sit and silently seethe when others mock Jaws: The Revenge?
What is a movie that everyone agrees is terrible, that you kinda dig?
The booth is open. Your soul is prepared. You must confess… CONFESS!
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