First they came for the tattoos and I did nothing because I had no tattoos.

Then they came for the alcohol and I did nothing because I figured it be good for me.

Then they came for the pork, and I figured sure fine, I really don’t need it.

Then they came for the shorties, and I told them I’d get low low low low low low low

Well heaven doesn’t seem very cool then

Jesus: Have some bread; this is my body. Have some wine; this is my blood about to be spilled. Have some pot; you need it if you believe this shit. Heaven – a consolation scam for self policed hierarchical caste suppression through innate tribalism and dogma.

People with Tattoos can’t go to my birthday party, people who drink alcohol can’t go to my birthday party, people who eat too much pork can’t go to my birthday party, people who are too short can’t go to my birthday party. It’s my birthday party and I make the rules.

I used to be a short person, but I’m not anymore. Will I be going to heaven?

Oh man, I fit all the criteria! 😎

If Hell is as based as it is portrait in Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss I don’t even want to go to Heaven! 😈

I mean, makes sense. Short people ain’t got nobody to love.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=8bfyS-S-IJs