Honestly, if I was Christian and someone told me not to worry because God has a plan, I'd freak out since that would mean that now I'm really fucked. I could lose my house, my kids, get sick for years just so he could prove a miracle at my expense, have to eat birds that fall from the sky until they come out my nose, end up dead and floating around a boat holding a handful of good people, have to be willing to kill my son, send my son to be killed, kill babies, experience a plague, get grounded for having my period, or promise to never cut my son's hair. Ever.
Pointing around: "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, I'm out!"
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
