Earlier this year, Mai and I were talking about this summer's Germany trip that I won't be able to make. She wanted to go especially to see the pope at the World Youth Day convention.
Me: But isn't he really old and sickly? Are you sure he's even going to last that long?
Her: Don't say that! Knock on wood!
Because there's no wood in the vicinity, we ended up knocking on my car's interior panel. But yeah. I was right. And now, because I'm going to hell already anyway, to make it worse, God is going to dig a deeper, hotter hell, where he's going to make me stay for eternity with Hilary Duff, her fugly sister and John Travolta.
R.I.P Pope John Paul II.
posted by Life @ 11:03 PM
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