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My grandma has developed this weird habit lately of inserting completely unconvincing arguments toward the existance of God into completely unrelated conversations, and generally mentioning God at pretty much every opportunity she can grasp at. Clearly, my atheism is really eating her up, but this is just ridiculous. I mean, I like milk as much as the next dude, but saying it's like "a God-given miracle" just seems excessive. This cherry chocolate chip ice cream I'm eating, on the other hand...
Ah, alcoholic wit, you never fail to totally horrify me. Seen on a bumper sticker today: "24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not!" Which, of course, I read as, "Hey, look at meeeee, I'm drunk driving and I want the world to know it!" Ugh. Things like that make me miss terrible stoner wit...
George Jones did Fallon tonight? I'm amused, anyway, as I'd imagine those two fanbases to have exactly zero people in common.
Ah, alcoholic wit, you never fail to totally horrify me. Seen on a bumper sticker today: "24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not!" Which, of course, I read as, "Hey, look at meeeee, I'm drunk driving and I want the world to know it!" Ugh. Things like that make me miss terrible stoner wit...
George Jones did Fallon tonight? I'm amused, anyway, as I'd imagine those two fanbases to have exactly zero people in common.