Tuesday, August 30, 2005
And If You Squint, Krakatoa Kind Of Looked Like a Breast
The Wingnut Celebration of Watery Death continues, this time with a Rorschach test. Personally, if I were God, I'd make the instrument of my wrath appear as an angel the height of the Empire State Building, weilding a flaming sword lit up like the Vegas strip and reciting Samuel L. Jackson's monologue from Pulp Fiction. But that's just me.
Why do people want God to hate us?
Why do people want God to hate us?
