Whatever It Takes Putting God To the Test
I shouldn’t have to twist God’s arm for guidance. Should I?
I shouldn’t have to twist God’s arm for guidance. Should I?
The William Tell Overture is the best sex music ever. And if you don’t believe me, try it. But follow my instructions precisely. Otherwise, your results may vary.
Excuse me . . . I seem to have lost my people. Have you seen them? No? Well maybe I can be one of you people. No? Well, alrighty then.
Every now and then, we let our resident know-it-all out of the cage — you know, the place where we keep the gimp — for a truly tasteless joke.
Sometimes when you’re feeling worthless, cold hard cash and nihilistic humor are the best remedies. Political correctness just makes it worse.
Talent Schmalent: If you’re a performer, chances are you’ve performed for a house of crickets. No? Well, there’s still time.
It takes so little to please post-pubescent boys. I swear to God, if I had been exposed to naked females at an early age, I wouldn’t have spent so much time looking for them in my teens and twenties.
Of the many dog whistle buzzwords in American politics, ELITE is especially baffling. Don’t we want our leaders to be better and smarter than the rest of us?
What is blasphemy? Who gets to decide? What does it mean to take the Lord’s name in vain? And what exactly is His name?
I used to be an Evangelical. Then I tried getting along with you people. Now I’m a Non-denominational Antagonist. Say what?
Answer: Farting in church. Question: What’s the best way for a 6-year-old boy to wake up the adults?
There once was a little boy with a magic stick. A divining rod. A divine rod. The rod of God. It pointed to God, always; assuming God was UP!