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|    Kadaitcha the Transmogrified to All    |
|    Re: Proving God    |
|    07 Feb 10 13:42:33    |
      XPost: alt.philosophy, alt.sports.football.pro.sf-49ers, alt.spo       ts.football.pro.oak-raiders       XPost: alt.atheism, alt.usenet.kooks, 24hoursupport.helpdesk       XPost: alt.atheism, alt.os.windows-7       From: anon@no.email              "Alan Ford", thou revolting beastly feeder. I can hardly forbear hurling       things at thee. Ye ejaculated:              > Kadaitcha the Transmogrified got sick and threw up all over the       > keyboard:       >       >>>> Try this definition for size:       >>>>       >>>> God = Metaphysical X       >>>>       >>>> Nothing more is needed to logically prove God's existence.       >>>       >>> Huh. Try this definition for size as well:       >>>       >>> Your $1 million debt to me = Metaphysical X       >>>       >>> Nothing more is needed to logically prove you owe me a million.       >>       >> Go on then. Logically prove that I owe you $1,000,000.       >       > I'll do it right after you logically prove your god. After all, you were       > here first.              Yes, indeed I was. However your interjection takes precedence by way of       the common courtesy being proffered to you. For had you owed me       $1,000,000 I would be less inclined to let off you so easily because I       will lose all but the skin off my back if you prove your claim, and you       will gain both riches and kudos.              You can either take the courteous grant and rise to the challenge you       made, or you can suffer under the consequences of the reasonable       assumption that you are an unthinking fuckwit who shouldn't be given even       the remotest waftings of a very sad and sorry excuse for an egg-cabbage       fart.              Which is it?              You made your bed, Aesop. Now you get to lie in it.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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