He's Gotta Have It
A man was coming home from work one day. It was a long 2 hour commute. Half way home he started feeling…well…horny. There’s just no other word for it. He was hard up, throbbing against the back of his zipper. His balls were blue, his collar was tight. He had it bad and he knew that wasn’t good. He also knew that he was not going to make it. Not another hour. He just couldn’t bear it.
He noticed he was driving past a pumpkin patch. So he stopped the car. Got out, picked up a pumpkin and started going to town on it. A cop came to see what he was doing.
Cop: Why are you screwing that pumpkin?
Man: (looking down in shock) Is it midnight already?
A man was coming home from work one day. It was a long 2 hour commute. Half way home he started feeling…well…horny. There’s just no other word for it. He was hard up, throbbing against the back of his zipper. His balls were blue, his collar was tight. He had it bad and he knew that wasn’t good. He also knew that he was not going to make it. Not another hour. He just couldn’t bear it.
He noticed he was driving past a pumpkin patch. So he stopped the car. Got out, picked up a pumpkin and started going to town on it. A cop came to see what he was doing.
Cop: Why are you screwing that pumpkin?
Man: (looking down in shock) Is it midnight already?
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.