I mean the first time I was on a plane, I was 6 and I saw there was no God up there, no fat naked people hopping from cloud to cloud while playing the harp waving at me in my cabin, on the other side of the window making my way to Kennedy Airport. So right there I knew they lied to me. Then they tried to tell me that the "dead people and animals" were invisible but I got it: they were lying to me so I would eat my grean beans and become as jolly as Popeye. But they couldn't fool me. From then on I only ate cauliflower. That'll teach god not to be real and leave me crying on that 401 flight once I realized that Bambi's mommy was nowhere to be found! :-/ :'(

So how come there's still mature adults who hang on to their belief in their imaginary idol even though we've gone all over the clouds, up and down, side to side, and never seen no god: unsinkable proof that he doesn't exist.

When will those religious-bots grow up and become fully functioning mature adult members of society?

Should they receive shock therapy or something? Can't we help them? :-/ Bamby's mamma ain't up there you guys, I swear it!
Vernon: which team is your Captain rooting for? I feel a thumbs down coming up...
JC: what kind of christian R U? Jesus fans don't believe in ghosts! You're busted as a ghost-loving Jesus-negating christian! :)
PS: There's no such thing as a ghots. There's camera tricks, taped voices, and half-asleep or delusional people. See? I'm already a better christian than U! (I just threw up in my mouth a little)
Sorry Vernon I read your profile, you're one of me: thumbs up 2 u! :D Sorry Vernon I read your profile, you're one of me: thumbs up 2 u! :D