This man went fishing, right and caught a whole big basket of fish, but he didn't have a license. The game warden came over to see what was what.
Game Warden: What do you think you're doing with all those fish?
Man: You don't understand, sir. These are my pet fish.
GW: Pet fish?
Man: Why yes. See I bring them here and let them swim around in the water for a while, then I whistle and they jump back in and I take them back home.
GW: I don't believe that. You're full of crap.
Man: It's true.
GW: Show me.
So the man dumped the fish back into the water. After five minutes nothing happens.
GW: So, what now. Are you going to call them back?
Man: Call who back?
GW: The fish, dummy.
Man: What fish?
Game Warden: What do you think you're doing with all those fish?
Man: You don't understand, sir. These are my pet fish.
GW: Pet fish?
Man: Why yes. See I bring them here and let them swim around in the water for a while, then I whistle and they jump back in and I take them back home.
GW: I don't believe that. You're full of crap.
Man: It's true.
GW: Show me.
So the man dumped the fish back into the water. After five minutes nothing happens.
GW: So, what now. Are you going to call them back?
Man: Call who back?
GW: The fish, dummy.
Man: What fish?
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.