man, that Jesus was one crazy motherfu**er.
it's hard to fault the son of god, but it seems to me, the one thing he lacked was a sense of humor.
if you read the account of his final days, it's easy to see where he fu**ed up.
I've made that mistake a few times.
y'know. waiting for god to help you out a little.
i mean, if there's one thing you can say about god,
it's that he don't give a fu**.
the lord will work miracles until the cows come home,
but if all that is required is a little ingenuity or forethought on your part, and you decide that's when you want to "test" god,
then he'll let you fall flat on your face.
“the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.”
god aint at the race track, and if he was, he'd be out back breakin' fools with a hot hand of dice.
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