"Your hairdressers, your strippers, anyone named Tiffany"

This is a humour piece. Look at the guy himself. Even girls rated 2 and below would not date him. This guy looks like he has not even gone out on a date with a girl of any sort since 1965. No wonder he is some of you guys hero. But for humour I give him A+

It's a pity that Mugundaman's little words about boldly proclaiming Jesus is Lord (He is) prick you so much that you constantly come back from the dead to whine about something that surely pricks the core of your soul Why would anyone be pricked by the confidence of another in their God is the zillion shilling question. If you believe a squirrel is your god or use lots of empty verbiage from the Bertrand Russells of the world to convince yourself that there is no God, why are you so incensed at Mugundaman and His Lord Jesus?

I don't believe beautiful dust bowl has any burning sulphur therein

Definitely. Your forefathers never heard of these characters. Yet you are still here.

Great. So can we disregard religious beliefs from matters of coitus and procreation?

But who said this was a thread about your pet topics?

Which Bible have you been reading? The church of Satan one?

Same question to you papa Does the Bible not talk about eternal damnation for those who do not believe in Jesus?

So perhaps you can clarify for us which bible you have been reading

Just had to put these excerpt of some lyrics here.


In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du

Or perhaps the full lyrics that are maybe a little closer to @Mugunda's message


A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) All held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) All held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) All held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're held captive (I created)
Out from the sun (I created)
A sun that shines on only some (I created)
We the meek are all in one (I created my own prison)
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time