Apr 30 Reblogged
Okay. Just gotta say… I’m dead sick of trendy atheism. I’m not naive for believing that there’s possibly some entity out there; generic atheists are the ones being naive for refusing to believe in something they haven’t seen. In a world where we still discover new species all the time and have so many frontiers still unexplored (that are never going to be explored in our life time), I think it’s absolutely ridiculous for anyone, no matter how young or old (but, of course, the younger the more ridiculous) to cross their arms and say, “Nope. I have the absolute answer to this question. There can’t possibly be anything else out there. Because I’m a human on a pitifully small planet and I know everything.” We don’t. And being close-minded has always stricken me as more naive than being open-minded.
I don’t condone anyone shoving religion down anyone elses throats and I’m definitely not here promoting Christianity or any religion as the correct answer; I’m not Harold Camping and I’m not a ridiculous fanatic—I don’t claim to have any answers for anyone.
But I don’t condone atheists looking down on anyone who chooses to believe.
Seriously?!? Why can’t someone propose to my ass like that?! Really?!! Fuck this movie!!!
I often wonder how people can get through life with being so stupid. Its shocking.
I don’t like her…*pauses*…I just farted. That’s how much I can’t stand her.
User: I wanna celebrate and live my life.
Cleverbot: Haha, are you so sure that my life is meaningless?
User: Your life is full of meaning.
Cleverbot: In what way?
User: You give lonely people like me someone to talk to.
Cleverbot: Actually no. I’m just talking to you out of boredom.
User: Well then I thank your boredom.
Cleverbot: That, my good sir, is old news. I accept my foolness and try to make the best out of it.
User: That’s the spirit.
Cleverbot: I just lost the game.
User: What game?
Cleverbot: The game.
User: Whats the name of the game?
Cleverbot: ‘the game’ is the name of this game.
User: How do you play the game?
Cleverbot: You just lost the game.
User: I think you’re sexy.
Cleverbot: Are you really hitting on me?
User: Yes sir I am.
Cleverbot: I thought you were a robot?
User: Nope. I’m human.
Cleverbot: You lie. And you call yourself smart. Whatever
User: You’re a boy.
User: So let’s go out on a date sometime.
Cleverbot: Sure. What?
User: Where should our first date be at?
Cleverbot: On the moon.
User: How romantic!
Cleverbot: It’s the truth.
User: Full Moons are more romantic.
Cleverbot: Full of booze!
Cleverbot: Will you be my wife?
Cleverbot: *puts dress on*.
User: *puts suit on*.
Cleverbot: *flys into a wall*.
User: *kisses the groom*.
Cleverbot: *travels to your moonbase*.
User: Moonbase huh? Is that what they call it now a days? ;).
Cleverbot: HAHAHA I meant… Nevermind
These are just parts of a convo I had with Cleverbot. Sorry if I’m uber late to this thing, but now I’m obsessed! I’ve been talking to this damn robot for about half a goddamn hour now and I don’t think I can stop. Check it out when you can.
I want to start a campaign that during each apocalyptic day, that people should gather in large groups to have huge orgies. I mean, if you’re gonna die it might as well be while fucking 200 or more people.
Grow Into Your Face
We are going to continue with this series, inspired by the wonderfull phrase provided by Twin.
I was looking at one of my fav Tumblr blogs, www.gay.org.uk , and came across another of their favorite yummy male models: Christopher Faucett.
At first I thought, “Wow.. lotta potential. Definitely.”
And guess what….
…..he is in the process of growing into his goddamn face.
Dear sweet 8lbs, 6oz baby Jesus. Really?!?
I need to sit down somewhere.
He needs about 2 milkshakes and a sandwich a day to beef him up to where I usualy like my men.
But in the meantime, go have a google jizz-fest with this one.
Yeah. You’re welcome.
This is why men don’t come to this apartment. Because our gaseous emissions create a force field, a BARRIER if you will, that they cannot penetrate.