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Now I know we will win the war on terrorism and my children’s children will grow up in a safe America.

(via fuckyeahsharks)

Now I know we will win the war on terrorism and my children’s children will grow up in a safe America.

This is my family (son in belly).

This is my family (son in belly).

The Moral Nature of Cinnamon Rolls

When one has been puking and feeling generally nasty, cinnamon rolls are typically considered a “bad” thing.  They are not “good”, that is, they are not considered a thing that is “good to eat.”  That is not to say that they are “bad” as in a moral imperative, not objectively evil, but only “bad” relative to one’s state of pukey-vomitty sickiness.

However, when one has overcome such illness, such mass spewing and loose pooping viral infiltration as to affect one’s gullywots, on the morning of the onset of such wellness, such overcoming, cinnamon rolls do in fact become “good” again, which is their original state, that is the state in which, of which they were created.  Much as humans were created sinless in the Garden of Eden, so cinnamon rolls are redeemed to their original state of sinless, perfect, communal existence with the Father coinciding with the onset of wellness on the tails of sickness.

Amen.

This is my Mooseface.

This is my Mooseface.