My Agnostic Sunday

I escort Babcha Bozena to church.

We follow these people. There are some people walking the opposite way down the street, they’re pobably going to hell.

Somehow, I manage to tear Poppy’s attention from her iPod for a second. Lots of other people are waiting to cross and will be going in.

This French Bulldog got kicked out by the money getter ∴ no dogs in heaven.