Am I allowed to call God a poo poo brain or is that pushing the limits a little too far?
I'll go wash my mouth out!
I'll go wash my mouth out!
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taking the lord's name in vain
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My personal favourite?
"Christ on a fucking bicycle!" And at a close second: "Jesus nipple-twisting Christ!"
I am John Cena's hip-hop album.
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God! Theresa, I forgot me fecking trousers!  Religious Views: the Disc's first ligthning proof atheist (February 5, 2016 at 1:44 pm)drfuzzy Wrote: Now this one might be fun. Swearing! I've been known to say that, as an atheist, I need new swear words. "God damn it!" and "Jesus Freaking Christ on a Cracker!" seems to indicate to my religious friends that I still believe and that I'm just a reprobate. I'm fond of "primitive and outmoded concept on a crutch", less so of "random fluctuations in the spacetime continuum".
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Home  (February 13, 2016 at 2:04 am)ignoramus Wrote: Am I allowed to call God a poo poo brain or is that pushing the limits a little too far? Nah you're not allowed to call him a "poo poo brain." But that's only because if you do this turtle will throw one of his mayo jars at you for being so soft on Gawd [emoji6] Call him a "Disgraceful utter fucking total cunt of a bastard arse-face" instead [emoji12] 
Holy crap on a cracker.
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Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
 (February 13, 2016 at 1:55 pm)mh.brewer Wrote: Holy crap on a cracker. Holy crap on a cracker! LOL. Ewwwww . . . HA! Good one.
"The family that prays together...is brainwashing their children."- Albert Einstein
God of Mr. Hanky
Only 1 god, and Mr. Hanky is his profit Religious Views: Anti-theist, and anti-authoritarian, but I love assholes RE: taking the lord's name in vain
February 13, 2016 at 2:46 pm
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(February 5, 2016 at 1:44 pm)drfuzzy Wrote: Now this one might be fun. Swearing! I've been known to say that, as an atheist, I need new swear words. "God damn it!" and "Jesus Freaking Christ on a Cracker!" seems to indicate to my religious friends that I still believe and that I'm just a reprobate. Not when I swear, which I've made a sort of pass-time with Xtian ideas.  
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Only 1 god, and Mr. Hanky is his profit Religious Views: Anti-theist, and anti-authoritarian, but I love assholes RE: taking the lord's name in vain
February 13, 2016 at 2:56 pm
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Oh, fuck - how does this happen that I can reply to my own post with another post when I meant to update the original and correct errors? Shouldn't there be a loop to prevent that from happening?
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Super cuddly reformed bastard Religious Views: Pray for me. And I'll think for you.
"Recalling War", by Robert Graves
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes. Their war was fought these twenty years ago And now assumes the nature-look of time, As when the morning traveller turn and views His wild night-stumbling carved into a hill. What, then, was war? No mere discord of flags But an infection of the common sky That sagged ominously upon the earth Even when the season was the airiest May. Down pressed the sky, and we, oppressed, thrust out Boastful tongue, clenched fist and valiant yard. Natural infirmities were out of mode, For Death was young again: patron alone Of healthy dying, premature fate-spasm. Fear made fine bed-fellows. Sick with delight At life's discovered transitoriness, Out youth became all-flesh and waived the mind. Never was such antiqueness of romance, Such tasty honey oozing from the heart. And old importances came swimming back - Wine, meat, log-fires, a roof over the head, A weapon at the thigh, surgeons at call. Even there was a use again for God - A word of rage in lack of meat, wine, fire, In ache of wounds beyond all surgeoning. War was return of earth to ugly earth, War was foundering of sublimities, Extinction of each happy art and faith By which the world had still kept head in air, Protesting logic or protesting love, Until the unendurable moment struck - The inward scream, the duty to run mad. And we recall the merry ways of guns - Nibbling the walls of factory and church Like a child, piecrust; felling groves of trees Like a child, dandelions with a switch. Machine-guns rattle toy-like from a hill, Down in a row the brave tin-soldiers fall: A sight to be recalled in elder days When learnedly the future we devote To yet more boastful visions of despair.
I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty. I must not be nasty.
God of Mr. Hanky
Only 1 god, and Mr. Hanky is his profit Religious Views: Anti-theist, and anti-authoritarian, but I love assholes RE: taking the lord's name in vain
February 13, 2016 at 5:12 pm
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Oh, jizz of jerking Jesus!
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