You may properly address me as The Boobha.
I'm told that a faith must have commandments. We really only have one:
- I am the Boob thy Gland, which brought you out of Puberty. Thou shalt handle no organ before me.
Your BoobsJust wait until you see the communion ritual.
Which art in thy sweater:
Handled be thy state.
Thy date be fun,
Thy bra undone,
But be back home by eleven.
Cop us this day
Our daily feel.
And forgive us our lame passes,
As we would totally forgive those who made lame passes against us.
But deliver us from celibacy.