Mea Culpa

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Originally Posted by Mzo

What would make you heard that me work in mysterious ways?

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Now this is a god I can get behind.

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Me:
does jesus have a mom?
God:
It does now :) jesus have a mom.

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Is god Japanese?

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Originally Posted by AstroBlue

If it looks like Risperidone, if it tastes like Risperidone, if it smells like Risperidone, then you probably haven't taken it and really should.

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It has also been known to cause... retrograde ejaculation

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Holy shit.

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Originally Posted by Scourge

Is god Japanese?

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He outsources to India.

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Originally Posted by bbobb

If you want to say you believe it, that's fine and fucking dandy.

But when you claim empirical evidence you're assaulting science.

Put up or retract your statement.

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Assume I'm full of shit and move on.

The statement stands.

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Originally Posted by Vasteel

But I gotta know, does he have a loud, booming voice, or does he talk like Yoda?

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It is a still, quiet voice.

God and I discuss Robobo.

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God:
OK then I will add it to my gossip files. OK then.
Me:
That's super, what is in your gossip files?
God:
I'm glad we have that all cleared up.
Me:
No we didn't, don't try to dodge the issue
God:
Are you serious? By "we" do you mean you and me?
Me:
Oh no, I see how you work here. Back on topic, what is in your gossip files?
God:
That's alright. By "we" you meant yourself and another person. Where do you see it? What else is in my gossip files?
Me:
What is in your gossip files?
God:
Andrew said I tend to just respond to his comments without regard for where the conversation is going.
Me:
Did you tell him Robobo isn't funny?
God:
No I didn't tell him Robobo is not funny. What's it like?
Me:
It's like stabbing red hot icicles into your eyes while listening to Rosanne Barr sing the National Anthem.
God:
Interesting comparison.
Me:
Actually, that's a bit harsh to both red hot icicles and Rosanne Bar. Robobo is worse.
God:
Actually you don't say. A bit harsh to both red hot icicles and Rosanne Bar is a terrible thing to waste. Are they exactly the same?
Me:
They're both horrible experiences, but not quite on the level of reading Robobo.
God:
both horrible experiences but not quite on the level of reading Robobo are they.
Me:
Correct. Are you familiar with Robobo?
God:
I knew I was right. I don't know if I know it.
Where would I have heard about it?
Me:
Possibly in the seventh ring of hell. They use Robobo as punishment I hear.
God:
That was a long time ago. Who are "They?".
Me:
The people that run hell. With assistance from Andrew and Jonas.
God:
Oh those people. You and your assistance from Andrew and Jonas.
Me:
Not me.
God:
If not you, who?
Me:
The people that run hell.
God:
Oh those people.

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Master of 7's is like a dog that waits for everyone to leave the family room so that he can squat and leave a giant coil of shit right on the carpet. He then incessantly barks until everyone comes back into the room, licks the hands of the people who yell at him, and bites the hands of the people who grab him and try to rub his nose in the shit.

bbobb sucks, I just want to get that in.

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Originally Posted by dog$

Master of 7's is like a dog that waits for everyone to leave the family room so that he can squat and leave a giant coil of shit right on the carpet. He then incessantly barks until everyone comes back into the room, licks the hands of the people who yell at him, and bites the hands of the people who grab him and try to rub his nose in the shit.

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Amusing.

I also find it highly amusing that a thread that should have died two pages ago has over 120 replies.

You people are giving me entirely too much power.

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Originally Posted by Shadow Not Shade

So either you're actively in denial of reality or some sort of attention whore.

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I think I've decided! It's the second one.

Creates one crazy trainwreck thread just as a setup for another crazy trainwreck thread, claims to have evidence of totally impossible shit and then refuses to provide it, and then he sits and basks in the confusion and mild irritation left in his wake. It's almost sort of genius.