To hell with Honest
What is it in the human fear of the unknow that that allows us to
Validate the continued printed, vocalized, broadcast of all religious persuasions
Do we need to be controlled?
Do we need to be told daily, weekly, yearly that we are unable to figure stuff out for ourselves?
After life, are you kidding?
No dogs, no cats?
No flower gardens?
All of you ex Girl friends, boy friends, husbands, wives, bosses, lame lovers...
For a jillion billion years...
Oops that's more than one question
No single malt?
Give it up...
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