You've never killed a Christian...

...but after today, who could blame you if you did?

A Power-Tool came into work today. A Christian-Power-Tool. Enough said. You lied. You think the power of Christ should have compelled him to borrow a very sharp cross and do bad things to himself. His wrists specifically.

Anyhow...

Christian Siriano won Project Runway yesterday and this makes you happy. Your love/hate relationship with him has only been furthered.

Moving on...

Your Gay-Fat self is very, very hungry but you digress. Eating makes you fat. Fat makes you sad. Sad turns you into a Christian-Power-Tool. Something along the lines of a battery operated cross. It's like a screwdriver, only religious. They used one to fix Jesus after the who nail incident.

So...

The-Extremely-Hot-and-Young-Looking-32-Year-Old you work with proved you wrong today.About tuberculosis of all things. You were rather taken aback. You were convinced that it was some sort of internal psoriasis of the lungs, but... As it turns out, it's actually some sort of worm/cyst deal.

Quote: "Dude, come on... I only know, like, 10 things and this is one of them. Don't kill this for me."

Your still not completely convinced, but whatever.

If Google says its true, it must be.

Google is about the only thing you've ever truly had faith in. Damnit.