A woman lay on her death bed, her devoted husband sitting vigil at her side, holding her hand and stroking her forehead.
Woman: Dear, I know this is it. I shan’t rise from this bed.
Husband: hush darling. You needn’t say a word.
Woman: But, I must. I’ve a terrible secret I’ve been keeping from you all these years and I must confess it.
Husband: No darling. It’s all right.
Woman: But I mustn’t die with this terrible shame on my conscience. I must confess, you see dear I…I’ve been cheating on you. Yes, with your friend, Michael. I…he…we…
Husband: Hush darling. I know all about it.
Woman: You do?
Husband: (caressing her cheek) Of course, darling. Why else have I poisoned you?
Woman: Dear, I know this is it. I shan’t rise from this bed.
Husband: hush darling. You needn’t say a word.
Woman: But, I must. I’ve a terrible secret I’ve been keeping from you all these years and I must confess it.
Husband: No darling. It’s all right.
Woman: But I mustn’t die with this terrible shame on my conscience. I must confess, you see dear I…I’ve been cheating on you. Yes, with your friend, Michael. I…he…we…
Husband: Hush darling. I know all about it.
Woman: You do?
Husband: (caressing her cheek) Of course, darling. Why else have I poisoned you?
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
