This woman had a baby. But when the baby came out, it was nothing but a head. I mean, it was alive, it could see and breath and everything, but it was nothing but a head.
So when the baby got old enough to go to school, the mother put a little hat on him. He had a little neck, so she put a little bow tie on him, put him on a skateboard and rolled him down to school
Now when he got to be about 9 or 10, he started liking girls. Everyday his skateboard would land beside this one girl and he would look up and say “Hi.” But she didn’t like him because he was nothing but a head. So he noticed she was always eating grapes and thought, “Maybe if I were a grape she’d like me.”
So he went home and asked his head godmother to turn him into a grape. So she turned him into a grape. Next morning, he was a grape. His mother put a little tiny hat on him, put a little tiny bow tie on him. Put him on a skateboard and rolled him down to school.
Now when he got there, the girl was standing in the wrong place. The skateboard rolled into her leg, he rolled off the skateboard and she stepped on him.
The moral of this story is to quit while you’re a head.
So when the baby got old enough to go to school, the mother put a little hat on him. He had a little neck, so she put a little bow tie on him, put him on a skateboard and rolled him down to school
Now when he got to be about 9 or 10, he started liking girls. Everyday his skateboard would land beside this one girl and he would look up and say “Hi.” But she didn’t like him because he was nothing but a head. So he noticed she was always eating grapes and thought, “Maybe if I were a grape she’d like me.”
So he went home and asked his head godmother to turn him into a grape. So she turned him into a grape. Next morning, he was a grape. His mother put a little tiny hat on him, put a little tiny bow tie on him. Put him on a skateboard and rolled him down to school.
Now when he got there, the girl was standing in the wrong place. The skateboard rolled into her leg, he rolled off the skateboard and she stepped on him.
The moral of this story is to quit while you’re a head.
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.