That you go to church is a perfect picture of why the wood it takes to make them is better off as toothpicks.
Also the thought of you contracting skin cancer is making my cock throb.
Beware that after you shoot yourself in a fit of incel storm misery they may have to put up with a fouler-than-usual odor while they cart out all your second-hand Silent Bob jackets?
I still have the basketball they would give you after a certain sticker threshold.
The program was called Book It, and despite lack of advertising apparently it still exists in some form.
http://www.bookitprogram.com/