Do not use one word. We are not the same.

[Haku Tobi II]

First.
Do not say "Christians" when you are refering to people who believe in christ.
We do not all act, think, or say the same things. The stereotypes are getting old. I'm just waiting for you people to start gassing us and burning us.

Second.
Why is it that it's the only religion picked on? Atheists ONLY target christians.
Atheists ALWAYS talk about christians.
The thing is, most Atheists don't even know what they're talking about, at the same time.

Third.
Any Atheist who will now post, must realize, that I did exactly what alot of them do to Christians. See? I contradicted myself between my first and second part.

[Repellant]

The word you're looking for is 'Hypocrite'.

'Hypocrite' is the correct answer.

[Cassidy Peterson]

Haku Tobi II

Do not say "Christians" when you are refering to people who believe in christ.

If that's what your religious beliefs are based on, that's the proper term

Haku Tobi II

Why is it that it's the only religion picked on?

It's not

Haku Tobi II

Atheists ONLY target christians.
Atheists ALWAYS talk about christians.

Wrong!

Haku Tobi II

The thing is, most Atheists don't even know what they're talking about, at the same time.

About as many as Christians who talk about atheists, I'd say

Haku Tobi II

Any Atheist who will now post, must realize, that I did exactly what alot of them do to Christians.

You're so clever.

[Catacular Funcakes]

Cassidy Peterson

Haku Tobi II

Do not say "Christians" when you are refering to people who believe in christ.

If that's what your religious beliefs are based on, that's the proper term

Jews For Jesus wink

[The Great Heat Miser]

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

[Haku Tobi II]

The Great Heat Miser

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

Oh, do tell.

[Blakaize]

Haku Tobi II

First.
Do not say "Christians" when you are refering to people who believe in christ.
We do not all act, think, or say the same things. The stereotypes are getting old. I'm just waiting for you people to start gassing us and burning us.

Saying 'Christians', I assume, is easier for most people that writing out Roman Catholic, Southern Baptist, Protestant, Presbyterian . . .
I highly doubt that the most wide spread religion in the world will be the one getting gassed. If anything, they'd be doing the gassing.

Quote:

Second.
Why is it that it's the only religion picked on? Atheists ONLY target christians.
Atheists ALWAYS talk about christians.
The thing is, most Atheists don't even know what they're talking about, at the same time.

I agree.

Quote:

Third.
Any Atheist who will now post, must realize, that I did exactly what alot of them do to Christians. See? I contradicted myself between my first and second part.

Okay?

[The Great Heat Miser]

Haku Tobi II

The Great Heat Miser

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

Oh, do tell.

It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Tuesday. Possibly a Saturday. Or Thursday, perhaps? No, Wednesday. I remember it clearly now. It happened on a Monday. It might have been Friday, though. Never mind, the day doesn't matter. It was cold, and so, we all huddled inside of the bar, drinking until we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Of course, I had scarcely drank before, and so, I wasn't able to really hold any of the liquor. I threw up all over a microphone in the back, and while I cleaned it, I discovered that it still worked. Fascinated and drunk, I began to sing into it. It was a wonderful Thursday. Or perhaps a Tuesday.

Anyway, that's how I met your great grandmother.

[Bob Motley]

Bibi's been considering the same thing though it's kind of messed up because we ALL need to stick together and help the hypocrites know that they're wrong and if they refuse... well, we can pray for them and tough-love them into good. It's like throwing out an entire bag of apples just because one of them is green or red. ._.

[Cheshire6]

The Great Heat Miser

Haku Tobi II

The Great Heat Miser

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

Oh, do tell.

It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Tuesday. Possibly a Saturday. Or Thursday, perhaps? No, Wednesday. I remember it clearly now. It happened on a Monday. It might have been Friday, though. Never mind, the day doesn't matter. It was cold, and so, we all huddled inside of the bar, drinking until we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Of course, I had scarcely drank before, and so, I wasn't able to really hold any of the liquor. I threw up all over a microphone in the back, and while I cleaned it, I discovered that it still worked. Fascinated and drunk, I began to sing into it. It was a wonderful Thursday. Or perhaps a Tuesday.

Anyway, that's how I met your great grandmother.

This reminds me of a story about my first dog.

[The Great Heat Miser]

Cheshire6

The Great Heat Miser

Haku Tobi II

The Great Heat Miser

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

Oh, do tell.

It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Tuesday. Possibly a Saturday. Or Thursday, perhaps? No, Wednesday. I remember it clearly now. It happened on a Monday. It might have been Friday, though. Never mind, the day doesn't matter. It was cold, and so, we all huddled inside of the bar, drinking until we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Of course, I had scarcely drank before, and so, I wasn't able to really hold any of the liquor. I threw up all over a microphone in the back, and while I cleaned it, I discovered that it still worked. Fascinated and drunk, I began to sing into it. It was a wonderful Thursday. Or perhaps a Tuesday.

Anyway, that's how I met your great grandmother.

This reminds me of a story about my first dog.

That was sometime in the summer. Or maybe it was spring. Perhaps the fall. No, it was definitely summer. Or winter. Either one. The dog had just escaped FBI custody, and was looking for a place to hide out until things blew over. Suddenly, a minivan drives by. It drove off into the distance. The dog watched as it drove off, wondering whether or not it should attempt to chase the minivan. It began to wonder why it wanted to chase cars. It began to think of its place in life. After several hours of thought on that snowy, but possibly grassy curb, the dog realized that its life was going nowhere, and that maybe, things would be better if it simply lived a simple life. It made up its mind; it was going to turn itself in to the FBI and start over. Then you came along and brought it home with you.

[Bob Motley]

@ Heat Miser's post....

crying You made Bibi want to drink again. crying

[Cheshire6]

The Great Heat Miser

Cheshire6

The Great Heat Miser

Haku Tobi II

The Great Heat Miser

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

Oh, do tell.

It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Tuesday. Possibly a Saturday. Or Thursday, perhaps? No, Wednesday. I remember it clearly now. It happened on a Monday. It might have been Friday, though. Never mind, the day doesn't matter. It was cold, and so, we all huddled inside of the bar, drinking until we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Of course, I had scarcely drank before, and so, I wasn't able to really hold any of the liquor. I threw up all over a microphone in the back, and while I cleaned it, I discovered that it still worked. Fascinated and drunk, I began to sing into it. It was a wonderful Thursday. Or perhaps a Tuesday.

Anyway, that's how I met your great grandmother.

This reminds me of a story about my first dog.

That was sometime in the summer. Or maybe it was spring. Perhaps the fall. No, it was definitely summer. Or winter. Either one. The dog had just escaped FBI custody, and was looking for a place to hide out until things blew over. Suddenly, a minivan drives by. It drove off into the distance. The dog watched as it drove off, wondering whether or not it should attempt to chase the minivan. It began to wonder why it wanted to chase cars. It began to think of its place in life. After several hours of thought on that snowy, but possibly grassy curb, the dog realized that its life was going nowhere, and that maybe, things would be better if it simply lived a simple life. It made up its mind; it was going to turn itself in to the FBI and start over. Then you came along and brought it home with you.

Many years ago in my youth I had the great fortune to stumble upon a hobo. Now I knew immediately from this hobos stance that he was different from other hobos, yes I knew this hobo was a drunk. As he staggered near me asking for either change or toilet paper, I knew we would become the best of friends. So I asked the dear sweet hobo his name and he told me, “Fred.” So I embraced Hank with open arms, knowing I had made a life long friend. So I tied a rope I hade made from barbed wire around Wills neck, and headed home to ask my mom if I could keep him. After much begging and pleading and the sale of my kidney she agreed. I was excited and I could tell Larry was excited to, because when I pulled his barbed wire leash, he screamed from excitement. I spent much of my youth with Harry, petting him, washing him, teaching him tricks, feeding him beans. But alas all good thins must come to an end. For one day I left my garage door open and Mark ran away. For days I left flyers and searched the city for Steve, but he was no where to be found. Finally I had to give up, I always wondered what happened to Josh, and I still check allies for signs of him. I just hope where ever he is he’s being treated as well as I treated him.

[The Great Heat Miser]

Cheshire6

The Great Heat Miser

Cheshire6

The Great Heat Miser

Haku Tobi II

The Great Heat Miser

This reminds me of the time I began my own karaoke club.

Oh, do tell.

It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Tuesday. Possibly a Saturday. Or Thursday, perhaps? No, Wednesday. I remember it clearly now. It happened on a Monday. It might have been Friday, though. Never mind, the day doesn't matter. It was cold, and so, we all huddled inside of the bar, drinking until we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Of course, I had scarcely drank before, and so, I wasn't able to really hold any of the liquor. I threw up all over a microphone in the back, and while I cleaned it, I discovered that it still worked. Fascinated and drunk, I began to sing into it. It was a wonderful Thursday. Or perhaps a Tuesday.

Anyway, that's how I met your great grandmother.

This reminds me of a story about my first dog.

That was sometime in the summer. Or maybe it was spring. Perhaps the fall. No, it was definitely summer. Or winter. Either one. The dog had just escaped FBI custody, and was looking for a place to hide out until things blew over. Suddenly, a minivan drives by. It drove off into the distance. The dog watched as it drove off, wondering whether or not it should attempt to chase the minivan. It began to wonder why it wanted to chase cars. It began to think of its place in life. After several hours of thought on that snowy, but possibly grassy curb, the dog realized that its life was going nowhere, and that maybe, things would be better if it simply lived a simple life. It made up its mind; it was going to turn itself in to the FBI and start over. Then you came along and brought it home with you.

Many years ago in my youth I had the great fortune to stumble upon a hobo. Now I knew immediately from this hobos stance that he was different from other hobos, yes I knew this hobo was a drunk. As he staggered near me asking for either change or toilet paper, I knew we would become the best of friends. So I asked the dear sweet hobo his name and he told me, “Fred.” So I embraced Hank with open arms, knowing I had made a life long friend. So I tied a rope I hade made from barbed wire around Wills neck, and headed home to ask my mom if I could keep him. After much begging and pleading and the sale of my kidney she agreed. I was excited and I could tell Larry was excited to, because when I pulled his barbed wire leash, he screamed from excitement. I spent much of my youth with Harry, petting him, washing him, teaching him tricks, feeding him beans. But alas all good thins must come to an end. For one day I left my garage door open and Mark ran away. For days I left flyers and searched the city for Steve, but he was no where to be found. Finally I had to give up, I always wondered what happened to Josh, and I still check allies for signs of him. I just hope where ever he is he’s being treated as well as I treated him.

That really hits home, man.

[Cheshire6]

The Great Heat Miser

Cheshire6

The Great Heat Miser

Cheshire6

The Great Heat Miser

It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Tuesday. Possibly a Saturday. Or Thursday, perhaps? No, Wednesday. I remember it clearly now. It happened on a Monday. It might have been Friday, though. Never mind, the day doesn't matter. It was cold, and so, we all huddled inside of the bar, drinking until we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Of course, I had scarcely drank before, and so, I wasn't able to really hold any of the liquor. I threw up all over a microphone in the back, and while I cleaned it, I discovered that it still worked. Fascinated and drunk, I began to sing into it. It was a wonderful Thursday. Or perhaps a Tuesday.

Anyway, that's how I met your great grandmother.

This reminds me of a story about my first dog.

That was sometime in the summer. Or maybe it was spring. Perhaps the fall. No, it was definitely summer. Or winter. Either one. The dog had just escaped FBI custody, and was looking for a place to hide out until things blew over. Suddenly, a minivan drives by. It drove off into the distance. The dog watched as it drove off, wondering whether or not it should attempt to chase the minivan. It began to wonder why it wanted to chase cars. It began to think of its place in life. After several hours of thought on that snowy, but possibly grassy curb, the dog realized that its life was going nowhere, and that maybe, things would be better if it simply lived a simple life. It made up its mind; it was going to turn itself in to the FBI and start over. Then you came along and brought it home with you.

Many years ago in my youth I had the great fortune to stumble upon a hobo. Now I knew immediately from this hobos stance that he was different from other hobos, yes I knew this hobo was a drunk. As he staggered near me asking for either change or toilet paper, I knew we would become the best of friends. So I asked the dear sweet hobo his name and he told me, “Fred.” So I embraced Hank with open arms, knowing I had made a life long friend. So I tied a rope I hade made from barbed wire around Wills neck, and headed home to ask my mom if I could keep him. After much begging and pleading and the sale of my kidney she agreed. I was excited and I could tell Larry was excited to, because when I pulled his barbed wire leash, he screamed from excitement. I spent much of my youth with Harry, petting him, washing him, teaching him tricks, feeding him beans. But alas all good thins must come to an end. For one day I left my garage door open and Mark ran away. For days I left flyers and searched the city for Steve, but he was no where to be found. Finally I had to give up, I always wondered what happened to Josh, and I still check allies for signs of him. I just hope where ever he is he’s being treated as well as I treated him.

That really hits home, man.

I'm thinking of selling the movie rights