When will da bears win da superb owl?
Jesus, I really love drugs. And I know you don't approve, but that's okay because you're supposed to be like a strict parent. But, you love me despite my bad choices, right? And even when I die full of sin, you'll still love me, right? And we can play catch in heaven? My dad never played catch with me.
Is it true your entire worldview (particularly your abstinence and vocal hostility towards the family) is predicated on the fact that your biological father was actually a Roman soldier who raped your mother?