Mother: Boys, I want you to clean up your room.
Son: Come on, Mom. This is the lived in look.
Mother: It's not the lived in look that bothers me. It's the died in smell.
Son: Come on, Mom. This is the lived in look.
Mother: It's not the lived in look that bothers me. It's the died in smell.
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.