

Maybe that is what the passion of Christ really is …
It was all just a wild drunken party one spring 2000 years ago and a bunch of guys just made up a lot of stories because they couldn’t remember and they had to make vague excuses for a bunch of things that happened that involved them
Keeps getting identified as “marshmallows”
No matter how you scan them, it’s always marshmallows
A male cashier comes to help and stretches out your scrotum … beep … marshmallows
He calls a manager and two more people show up, a manager who looks like a 14 year school girl and a 70 year old man with bad hearing
They all try to grab and stretch your ball sack to get a proper scan while you’re fighting everyone to stop touching your genitals
Beep … marshmellows