Don’t know if this qualifies as an anti-joke, but here goes.
Three disabled men are at a bar, one is blind, one is deaf and one’s in a wheelchair.
Jesus enters, walks up to the deaf man and lays hand on his ears. They pop open.
Deaf man: Oh wow! I can hear a gnat pissing on cotton.
Then Jesus lays hands on the blind man’s eyes and they pop open.
Blind man: Oh wow! I can see the boogers up an ant’s nose.
Then Jesus reaches for the man in the wheelchair, but he rolls out of his reach.
Man in Wheelchair: Don’t tough me. I’m on disability.
Three disabled men are at a bar, one is blind, one is deaf and one’s in a wheelchair.
Jesus enters, walks up to the deaf man and lays hand on his ears. They pop open.
Deaf man: Oh wow! I can hear a gnat pissing on cotton.
Then Jesus lays hands on the blind man’s eyes and they pop open.
Blind man: Oh wow! I can see the boogers up an ant’s nose.
Then Jesus reaches for the man in the wheelchair, but he rolls out of his reach.
Man in Wheelchair: Don’t tough me. I’m on disability.
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.