Why my pastor blocked me on Facebook.

I sent my pastor a friend request on Facebook and he innocently accepted. Two minutes later, I received a few messages from him and found out they were meant to be prayers.

Pastor: How are you?

Me: I’m fine, Daddy.

Pastor: May the building of heavenly favor collapse on your head.

Me: (No reply)

Pastor: May the thunder of Blessing strike you and your family.

Me: (No reply)

Pastor: May God slash you with the ax of long life.

Me: (No reply)

Pastor: May God stab you with the knife of riches.

Me: (No reply)

Pastor: May you be sentenced to life imprisonment in the eternal jail of success!

Me: (No reply)

Pastor: My son, are you there?

Me: Yes, Daddy!

Pastor: You should be saying Amen to claim the Blessings.

Me: OK, it’s my time to pray for you, Sir!

Pastor: Alright, my son.

Me: May an over-speeding trailer of Blessings jam and crush you and your entire family.

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: May the light of God blind your eye that you may not see the sufferings of this life anymore.

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: May the earthquake of happiness swallow you and your family members.

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: May the sea of miracle drown you and your family members.

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: May the Boko Haram of joy kidnap you, sir!

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: May the death of riches kill you, your family members, relatives and friends.

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: May the anointing from above destroy your church and kill all your church members, excluding me and my family members in Jesus name (Amen)!

Pastor: (No reply)

Me: Em — em — Daddy, are you there? You should be saying Amen to these wonderful prayers.

Pastor: May thunder fire you! Idiot…