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Because I haven’t been blasphemous in awhile.
This is Leviticus.
And this is his hot wife, Mrs Leviticus.
|Nobody tell me their names weren't really Leviticus. I don't want to hear your nonsense.|
They had a pretty normal marriage...
Except for the fact that God spoke to Leviticus and gave him a bunch of rules, which Leviticus had the duty to share. He absolutely was not making them up as he went along.
Despite Leviticus' constant rule-making, Mrs. Leviticus was a pretty good wife.
|Note: I don't know what crabcakes look like.|
In case you're not getting this, Leviticus was a bit of a dick.
God always made rules at the most convenient times for Levi.
Mrs. Leviticus was no fool, and was getting pretty tired of his shenanigans.
So Mrs. Leviticus’ brother, Samuel, visited. They didn’t have a guest room because every time Mrs. Leviticus asked Leviticus to work on it, he said he didn’t have time because he needed to rest on the Sabbath. So they only had one bedroom, and one big bed.
That was the last straw for Mrs. Leviticus.
|God is a cloud, remember?|
And Leviticus never made up another bullshit rule from God again.
|Those *WHO trim their beards, damnit|