First it was the God Hates series, then Jesus Wafers, but today....

[Ungodly]

What, I ask you, is the point of getting out of bed in the morning if you are not going to ridicule religion?

I say, spare the sarcasm spoil the deluded.  I think that is what I say.

Speaking of say...

Say, I have not announced any new religious sarcasm websites, and here it is almost 7:30 AM!

Say, have you ever seen or heard of The Talking Snake?

[Storybook]

What, I ask you, is the point of getting out of bed in the morning if you are not going to ridicule religion?

[chuckle]  Now I'm going to wake up each day thinking that!

[lady]

What gets me about some religious friends/acquaintances is that they laugh or smirk about some of their friends'
beliefs etc.

Had such friend tell me on the phone about how another friend told her that god told her not to retire.  My friend thought this was so silly.
We talked on about other things etc.  Then at the end of our conversation she said she would pray for me about something.

Guess it's OK to talk to god, but he better shut the hell up and not try to talk back. 

[Ungodly]

I had an imaginary friend too, but I was 3 years old at the time.  His name was Michael, and I used to tell everyone that I loved Michael and Michael loved me.

Many years later my mother told me that this had been her first clue that I might be a Friend of Dorothy.

[The Force]

What, I ask you, is the point of getting out of bed in the morning if you are not going to ridicule religion?

Ummm...brownies? Mmm. Brownies.

Oh, and on Tuesday mornings, to see that cute dude who drops off samples at my lab once a week.



In retrospect, I now realize that you were posing this as a humorous rhetorical question. I'm just going to exit stage left now... *whistles*

[Ungodly]

hey, no prob forcey!  Tell me more about this cute guy.  Is he short and thin with a baby face?  WOOF!

[The Force]

hey, no prob forcey!  Tell me more about this cute guy.  Is he short and thin with a baby face?  WOOF!

Kinda. Great smile. He's probably too old for me though, I think he's in his 30's. I'm a softie for guys with French names... (yeah, yeah, dumb attraction, I know.) I think I'm just lonely up here right now, so I'm getting crushes on 30-something-year-old guys. It's sad. It's pathetic. It's life.

Michael sounds like a nice first boyfriend, Ungodly. Was he short and thin with a baby face?

[Ungodly]

Kinda. Great smile. He's probably too old for me though, I think he's in his 30's. I'm a softie for guys with French names... (yeah, yeah, dumb attraction, I know.) I think I'm just lonely up here right now, so I'm getting crushes on 30-something-year-old guys. It's sad. It's pathetic. It's life.

Michael sounds like a nice first boyfriend, Ungodly. Was he short and thin with a baby face?

Gee, I can't recall that Michael at all. However when I first moved to California I was involved with a series of guys named Michael, and each of these relationships ended in its own dramatically horrid way.  I've really made my share of bonehead moves over the years.

The first Michael was a nice guy, about my age, federal employee, but he just wanted someone to engage in recreational activities with.  After a while I started becoming affectionate which was a major turnoff for him.

Michael #2 was a drag queen.  I went through a phase of really, really being attracted to  very girly looking guys.  Anyway, imagine the stereotype of the fussy, bitchy, selfish queen and there you are.  That one ended very badly when he had run up all of my credit cards to their limits, making me no longer useful.  Michael #2 was my final drag queen.

Michael #3 was a rich snob who considered me as a playtoy.  Looking back it should have been obvious to me that he was a fucking Republican by the way he constantly bragged about his expensive car, expensive house, and his ultra cosmopolitan snob friends.  That did not last very long.

Still, you know what they say, you have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.