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A Religious Little Story...
Alright, I know a bunch of religion topics are out there. But really, this deserves it's own thread. That, and I know it'll get more attention this way. >:3
In any case...this is a special little story for everyone out there who believes that Jesus Christ will solve all your problems, and that he's a man-god.
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A long long time ago, there was a wise Hindu priest, who before dinner would always make an offering to his Gods in milk and cheese. However, every time he made an offering, a cat would prowl in and eat all the cheese, and drink the milk. Eventually, the priest got tired and annoyed, so every time he made an offering to the altar, beforehand he would put the cat in a basket. He continued doing this until he died.
After his death, his son took over the offerings for the altar. One day, when he grabbed the basket...there was no cat to be found. He searched high and low all over the city to find any cat to place in the basket. The tradition of placing random cats in a basket before an offering was continued after his death, after his son's death, and so on and so forth.
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Anyways, I hope you all got the irony and moral of the story. And if you dare say anything along the lines of "it's all about faith", you're ending up on the Blast Zone List. :)
In any case...this is a special little story for everyone out there who believes that Jesus Christ will solve all your problems, and that he's a man-god.
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A long long time ago, there was a wise Hindu priest, who before dinner would always make an offering to his Gods in milk and cheese. However, every time he made an offering, a cat would prowl in and eat all the cheese, and drink the milk. Eventually, the priest got tired and annoyed, so every time he made an offering to the altar, beforehand he would put the cat in a basket. He continued doing this until he died.
After his death, his son took over the offerings for the altar. One day, when he grabbed the basket...there was no cat to be found. He searched high and low all over the city to find any cat to place in the basket. The tradition of placing random cats in a basket before an offering was continued after his death, after his son's death, and so on and so forth.
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Anyways, I hope you all got the irony and moral of the story. And if you dare say anything along the lines of "it's all about faith", you're ending up on the Blast Zone List. :)
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Permalink Reply by Kizmania on -
Seriously...I think this guy really, really hates me...
I thought I was being relatively nice...
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Permalink Reply by TheRootman on -
Um..I didn't even know about spill in september. Try again with the Kizmania/TheRootman combo.
Your waiting for someone to kill their self, you say? That's pretty fucked up. Yet why would Kizmania kill himself when he has a great friend like me to smoke with and laugh with after work about how you think we are the same person. Yes, we laugh hysterically at you antithesis. You are a great joke. A King among D-Bags. Yes, you may rule the kingdom of d-baggetries as you sit upon your throne made of golden dildos, and yes, your crown may be made of a crusty homeless man's pubes, yet there is no room or title for a D-Bag King to start thinking that he is just more than a D-Bag. It's all your ever be, King. Just. a. d-bag. (Since you like stats so much, count how many times I said D-Bag in this reply :D )
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Permalink Reply by TheRootman on
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much thanks
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Are you my father, Q? Antithesis said so it must be true, so pease, I must know...was me and Kizmania seperated at birth or are we actually the same person in 2 different bodies?
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