There comes a time in every person's life when god calls upon them to ritualistically remove their own liver. For me, that time is at hand. And I, Josh, am not a blasphemer. Nor am I disillusioned about the consequences of fulfilling god's edict. I know that at best I will be left bileless, most likely dead. Let this be my last testament. Let it be known that while my body lies here in Applebee's bathroom full of riblettes and those little cheese thingies, but empty of a liver; the rest of me is in a better place and surrounded by the spirit of the lord.
Rejoice: Do not mourn or question.
Kudos to the lord,
P.S. I hope all that jesus and god and heaven bullshit is real.
[stolen from defenestration]
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