Hell just confirmed my reservation

One more thing about Montreal. Something that solidified the fact that I'm going to hell.

So I'm in my favourite church's gift shop (shaddup, so I have a favourite church and yeah, it's got a shop). I'm looking around at all the kitch and thinking about what an insanely bad Catholic I am, and not feeling any guilt at that when I see it. This beautiful painting of Jesus. With technicoloured light beams SHOOTING OUT OF HIS CHEST!

Suddenly I can feel it.

The world's largest burst of laughter. And it's fighting to get out. Quickly.

Of course at this point I look like I'm going to cry at the "beauty" of this painting. Nope. I'm struggling to get the fuck outta the shop. Dude, I effin' ran out of that place and barely made it out of the church. I was on the ground with laughter. Of course my mother, being a wonderfully twisted lady, nudges my friend, points at me and says "you'd think she'd be good in there. Oh no. She has to notice disco Jesus."

Ma, I loves ya.