Lost In Forskin, who art in heaven*

Misspelt be thy name,

With Franzia come,

With Wee Wee let this trail be done,

With girth, rather than length as a measure.

Give us this day our larger down downs,

And forgive us our sobriety,

As we have forgiven our livers

Cuming Mutha lead us not into temptation,

But deliver us Little Douchpoop**

For thine is the hashshit,

And its power, and its glory

For one week.

 

Amen.

 

*God only knows why he never hashes anymore.

 

**Intact, please.