news: folks killed in a car accident right in front of a [fuskin'] church.


This is PROOF no god exists. Only the weak-minded desire to have their
lives directed by a fictional character. And if this is their want, what's
wrong with Mickey Mouse as yer god? All you braindead tards hink about
that.

I decided to worship the sun. Overnight I became a sun worshipper.
Well, not overnight. You can't see the sun at night.
The sun has never said a bad word to me. Never makes me feel
unworthy. Sun worship is fairly simple. There are no songs to sing,
and we don't have a place where we meet once a week to
compare clothes.


The size of my ass has been greatly appreciated, as has my philosophical
ramblings.