Spirituality & Gender
You see they don’t believe and then in an adrenaline infused moment they pause as time freezes and exclaim “Oh my God!”… It’s only by pushing an unsuspecting atheist over a cliff that you are able to expose them for the hypocrites that they are. This… is why I’m agnostic.
You get a chance to express that statement in a moment of anguish or peril, or even an extremely funny situation… like an old man falling down a flight of stairs, in which case the statement expresses both your horror and that mysterious reason for why a part of you finds this funny.
Well I’m not sure if I’m agnostic, I mean I’m open to all possibilities really. It’s an infinite universe, so statistically speaking the outcomes are infinite, so sure he might or might not be… however it is safer, and less hypocritical, if you believe he does.
Mullet clad feminists leaped with pointing fingers bellowing who says God is a “He”?
It’s a failed argument, and frequently taboo, but you heathens no longer care… You cannot leave the mysterious be without questioning gender as well?
Fine I will be the one to settle it, despite the fact that I would rather not discuss these matters, for the faithful are abundant, and the extremists are twice that amount…
If we should place a gender assumption then it is without doubt male. I blindly accept that as a belief, I mean come on; does anyone want a God that is extra wrathful and full of vengeance with absolutely no reason whatsoever, three to five days a month? (You even attended mass every-freakin’-day)
But enough spiritual talk lest a man be deemed a heretic, and in a lot of cases that has been deemed harmful to one’s health… perhaps even of fatal consequences.
So… it seems there is a lack of topics to converse about as I believe the steady rising temperature bordering on fifty Celsius (the equivalent of some absurd number in Fahrenheit that makes it sound like the temperature of the sun) has managed to vaporize whatever thoughts, reason or logic that might have ever resided within my cranium.
What is a purpose of a lap dance? It seems to me that a lap dance is the equivalent of being starving, absolutely famished, and then seated down at a table filled with all your heart could desire of food and delicacies, but all you are allowed to do is smell and observe the food… it’s just absurd…
That was my final thought, so, in the words of Monty Python, and now for something completely different…