With my whole entire life, Somewhere at some land, soft gold and copper, Marvin Walker was born. He would go on to vote and the landscaping became a necessity. He would spend his childhood mediating between believing in the UPC rules of being a human being and then actually enforcing the UPC strict laws of being a human being. He then would enforce his own code and believe it was from God thirty years later. He thought he was 55 at the age of puberty. His name was Marvin. Some claim he has no origin. Other's claim he has no origin. He simply existed all at once as a youth pastor in Cincinnati. That very same Marvin would end up bilking an entire generation of their money into believing into his fantasy. It was not his fault that he failed as an assistant pastor in Cincinnati after 20 years of service. He obeyed to the call of the Lord to Tupelo, Mississippi (his wife's dad, allegedly). And after one year of uncertainty and miser...
"All jesting is in its nature profane, in the sense that it must be the sudden realization that something which thinks itself solemn is not so very solemn after all." -G.K. Chesterton.