Rev. John MacRae
This is John MacRae. John is slightly on the odder side of people that I know. I'm not exactly very close to John, more of an associate. But, he does seem to have some insight on my page which I thought I would share with the multitude of people that may be interested in his twisted little thoughts. He was writing to me over ICQ while he was on Mushrooms. He wrote to me what the text on my page would be interpreted into his odd religious terms. I thought that I would share this, odd, yet, useless peice of work by Reverend John MacRae.
This is the majority of my WebPage Translated into HIS language.
Behold,
Suffer unto mine webpage.
I am goingeth to taketh this oppurtunity to introduce my sinning self.
I am a 16 y/o maketh from a meek town calledst Summerland. I am a grade 12 Student from Summerland Secondary Purgatory.
I'm incredibly lazy.
I don't know how to maketh a webpage.
I hath mine bestest buddy Niki, who is mine fiance as well, we art begetting married. But lets just saith, 'godamn this strings attached.'
I am the oldest of three-eth, with mine meek lesbian brother Andrew, and mine meek sister Elyse. The are both from Hell.
Mine toher buddy Leona moved unto upon September 18th. Her name wast Leona, she wast lazy and liked to smoke pot.
I am a bored sinner, I hath a lot of followers, but mostly associates, in whomsoever I trust and advise on a daily basis. I am normally upon missions to maketh sinners, other than my sinning self happy, and more often than not, Satan tarry, yet still leavest me unhappy.
Anyway, in conclusion, I know everything tither is to know about everything, except for how to maketh a Tower of Babel-donkeys. Thee canst asketh me any questions, anytime. Feelest holy.
I hath nothing else to saith now, yea, feelest holy to roam around this page of nothing.
Rev. John MacRae, 1985-?
Ya understand what I mean when he's a little bit on the odd side right?
Meek Boxes, upon the Hillside,
Meek Boxes, madest of Ticky Tacky,
Meek Boxes, on the Hillside,
Meek Boxes all the same.
Tithers' a green one,
And a pink one,
And a blue one,
And a yellow one,
And Satan're are all made of Ticky Tacky.
And Satan all looketh just the same.
And the Sinners, in the houses,
All wenst to the Purgatory,
Wither Satan were put in Boxes,
And Satan cometh out all the same.
And tithers' Doctors,
And tithers' Lawyers,
And Slave -trade Executives!
And Satan are all made out of Ticky Tacky,
And they all looketh just the same.
And Satan all play on the golf course,
And Drink Satans Martini Dry!
And Satan all have pretty childred,
And the Lambs go forth to Purgatory,
And the Lambs fo forth to Summer-eth Camp,
And then to the Purgatory!
Wither Satan're all put unto Boxes,
And Satan cometh out all the same.
And the Boys go unto Slave-trade,
And Marry and raise a Buddies!
In Boxes, madest of Ticky Tacky,
And Satan all looketh just the same!
Thank-You John for that Master Peice...