A Prayer For Alabama


Shape-wise, not as sexy as Florida, but very practical.

Dear Lord,

I know it’s been a spell since we last spoke like this, aside from the more than rare damn it, sakes, for the love of, and fuck me a new eyehole. For using your name in such flippant vain, forgive me. Just so we’re clear, I’m pretty sure we are good now. After all, that’s your thing: forgive and forget. Or was that Shakespeare? I digress.

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