is that there's one thing that really pisses me off, other than dickheads using their fog lights in the rain (they're f**king for fog you c**ts, they don't call them rain lights, or oooh, there's a bit of light mist on that tree, in that field, half a mile away lights...).
When these religious nut jobs die, expecting white light, pearly gates, virgins waiting, or even reincarnation as a newt, or whatever their particular brand of un-provable mumbo jumbery promises them in the afterlife as long as they accept **** in this one, I am robbed of the joy of imagining the look on their face when they find out there's nothing but nothingness, there's not even a whiff of 'what..? I put up with working in a Gap sweatshop and giving blow jobs for rent, supporting Spurs and there's nothing!!!
because they're just dead!
It's all wrong, there should be something, a brief moment before the nothing when they get to realise that it is just nothing and all the kneeling, bowing, scraping, warring, not whoring, and generally being a righteous smug c**t was all a complete waste of their life.
when I was out driving my new car and tried to flash my lights to let this fella go ahead.
Rather than flash they just stayed on full beam and as I tried to fix it I just ended up giving numerous confusing indicator signals
I wasn't used to the controls
I just found a cruise control stick behind the wheel that wasn't there before.
of educated people who claim to do so, do not.
After all, how could they? Credulity to that degree is utterly incompatible with being an educated person.
depressive thoughts looming ahead as we get older
your soul-less, blasphemous philosophies are somehow self evident and irrefutable.
Atheism is actually the intellectual path of least resistance and is always clung to by you and the other one hundred million pseudo educated mediocrities.
That's when intimations of mortality really f**ked with my head. These days I sort of think I'm pretty 'meh' about it.
Of course, it isn't being dead that really worries a chap. It's the ghastly, undignified business of dying.
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