RE: joke time
December 15, 2015 at 8:17 pm
(This post was last modified: December 15, 2015 at 8:18 pm by Rhondazvous.)
Santa and Mrs. Claus are walking down the streets of Moscow when Santa feels something wet hit his nose.
Santa: I do think it’s about to rain.
Mrs. Claus: Nom that was snow.
Santa: I’m pretty sure it was rain.
Mrs. And I’m positive it was snow.
Santa: Look, across the street. There’s Rudolph. He’s a communist. Communists know everything. He’ll be able to tell us if it was snow or rain.
So they crossed the street and presented their cases to Rudolph.
Rudolph: That was rain.
Santa starts to walkaway looking smug but
Mrs.: Claus: I still say it was snow.
Santa: Come on. Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.
Santa: I do think it’s about to rain.
Mrs. Claus: Nom that was snow.
Santa: I’m pretty sure it was rain.
Mrs. And I’m positive it was snow.
Santa: Look, across the street. There’s Rudolph. He’s a communist. Communists know everything. He’ll be able to tell us if it was snow or rain.
So they crossed the street and presented their cases to Rudolph.
Rudolph: That was rain.
Santa starts to walkaway looking smug but
Mrs.: Claus: I still say it was snow.
Santa: Come on. Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.
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.