So I used to hate being a hufflepuff. Like, really, I wanted to be a ravenclaw or a gryffindor.
But after finding blue raspberry flavoured cookie mix at walmart, an unopened bottle of Tea on my walk home from work one day, and then an unopened can of beer the next, I just really can’t argue with it. Good finders and all.
My parents are both pastors and once I was fucking this one dude who’s dad was the pastor of the rival church and he whispered ‘talk biblical to me’ so i started reciting Psalms 23 and we ended up getting into a competition of who could recite the most bible versus before they cummed
you need less jesus