Zishy

Giselle Locke brought me to a nearby church that she used to attend. I am not religious, hence the lack of reverence. I do support some of the ideals, such as being kind and promoting peace. But in my eyes religion tends to be like team sports, it divides as much as it unites. Plus, I don't see any sense in making appeals to an invisible figure in the sky. After our mischief, Giselle and I grabbed some boba tea and I recorded her saying as many bad words she could rattle off the top of her head. How many can you do?