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I am eternally grateful that Profanatica exists. They make me wanna hump Mother Theresa's shriveled corpse. They make me wanna secretly poop in a confessional while telling the priest behind the screen that I've eaten communion wafers in bowls of milk like cereal (true story: "Toasty Hosts, The Breakfast Of Pantheons"). They make me wanna blast old Goblin records as I binge-watch bukkaki clown porn til my eyes bleed. Profanatica shall forever have it's rightful seat at the last supper table. satangutsandchristcorpsepaint