The following is evidence of the sort of photoshopped blasphemy I get up to when I’m really bored, which goes a long way to explaining why the government funds regular shipments of video games and porn to my house to ensure that’s never the case. Sadly, however, sometimes even the pornographic arts aren’t enough to keep my mind from wandering. And when my mind wanders, it’s usually to wonder who I could offend a gigantic amount, and what the quickest way to do that might be.

Anyway.