Right: Sara's story. Note that, despite her drunkeness, she still manages to spell "hippie" correctly way more often than I do.
Now here, in a Foxy Mouse exclusive, is her story, told the way only she can tell it:
Above: Sara illustrates for us the thickness of the pamphlet she received from The Lord-Thy-God. Someone spent a small fortune at Kinkos, just to make sure a few of their neighbors would know what a fucking dumbass they are.
Perhaps that is why she just can't see the light. If she had a dog, she'd be Jesus too, but she doesn't. You see, whenever you own something, you become whatever that thing is spelled backwards. For instance, I own a "elohssa tnaig", a "rekcep ylevol", and a "dog daed", so I am each of those things spelled backwards. Try it at home! And remember what McGrupp says: "Take a bite out of crime, and be raving hippie maniac!"
