This curious sighting comes from Juju in Fremont, California.

Choices, choices, choices.

The mountains or the beach? Plasma or LCD? Internal combustion or electric? Cotton or poly? Rocky Road or pistachio? Gag ball or handcuffs? VIDA or MUERTE? (That’s “life or death” for those of you who don’t speak enchilada.)

Life or fucking death? Really?

Tell me, is this a question truly deserving of inquiry? I mean, isn’t the answer a given – save an occasional and scattered victim of despair who’s given up? (Fuck ‘em. If they’re not entirely happy physically, emotionally, financially, or in any other way, then they have my permission to check out. And if they’re assholes I’ll even assist.)

Regardless, life is what we will ALL lose sooner or later, so the question itself is rather stupid and pointless. Now if you meant eternal life then perhaps you should have said so, but you didn’t because you either suck at proselytizing or you’re too stupid to choose a smaller font.

But I do find it an interesting curiosity that Christians provide only two possible options: CRISTO or PECADO. (That’s “Christ or sin” for those of you who don’t speak piñata.)

Christ or sin? Says who, motherfucker?

Oh, and the only impactful question that you should be asking is, “Flour or corn?”

Vaya con carne.
 

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