I hope and pray each and every night for Mr. Brock Lesnar. And I hope all of you kind readers will pray to Jesus for him as well. Every night, I wish for all of the usual things, like curing world hunger, ending all wars, and racial equality. But after I’ve already addressed those issues, I then I pray in regards to Mr. Brock Lesnar.
I usually say something like this: Dear Jesus, if you arent too tired after curing world hunger and all the other important items…..PLEASE KILL BROCK LESNAR! No really Jesus, please kill him. Or at least give his next opponent super Jesus-powers for a few moments…just long enough to grab his steroid-damaged intestines out of his stomach and twirl them around like a jumprope….then beat his face nearly unrecognizable…..and then have a nice large bowel-movement upon his head and genitalia before you finally permit him to die 17 hours later…and please allow a maximum amount of suffering during those 17 hours. Ok Jesus, please get on that right away, goodnight”
I always sleep very soundly when I have dreams of Jesus answering my prayers. And keep in mind kiddies, the power of prayer works. With enough people praying for his long-overdue and highly excruciating death, it can turn the lovely daydream into a reality.
Die Lesnar, die!
Sincerely,
Eugene Goldstien