Oh sweet Jesus help me. I can't turn a blind eye no longer, but it's clear to me that Scooter is putting on the pounds. Here's his Skype image while at Bible camp.

I explained to him, he's a fat unlovable blob now, and Jesus could never love something like that. He's been hitting too many times at the tuck shop, hoarding booze at that nasty, ersatz camp.
(Prov. 23:20–21 - Be not among winebibbers;Among riotous eaters of flesh:
21 For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty:
And drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.)
Help me Jesus, he's just a boy, without the guiding hand of manly nudging since Mr. Moans passed. I don't know what the *piffle* (sic) they're stuffing him, but I'd say, the head drill instructor should let him stave, and hold Scooters head face deep in the muck, with a steel-toed boot so he can eat the mud. (Nahum 3:6)
and come home a slender man (Not that Slenderman goth creep), and be fit for the Moans dinner table and God's banquet in heaven. (1 Peter 3:21)

I explained to him, he's a fat unlovable blob now, and Jesus could never love something like that. He's been hitting too many times at the tuck shop, hoarding booze at that nasty, ersatz camp.
(Prov. 23:20–21 - Be not among winebibbers;Among riotous eaters of flesh:
21 For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty:
And drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.)
Help me Jesus, he's just a boy, without the guiding hand of manly nudging since Mr. Moans passed. I don't know what the *piffle* (sic) they're stuffing him, but I'd say, the head drill instructor should let him stave, and hold Scooters head face deep in the muck, with a steel-toed boot so he can eat the mud. (Nahum 3:6)
and come home a slender man (Not that Slenderman goth creep), and be fit for the Moans dinner table and God's banquet in heaven. (1 Peter 3:21)
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