Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.
I'm joking when I say I'm the grand-pop of those claiming to be an avatar-messiah or god. But if they're serious, then, I am who I am.
You still are? There go my plans! And the suit I had bought to attend your funeral. Well, well. Anyway, do call me up when you an't.
So, your god is the only god? Okay, but then, so is my dog.
On a supra human level, yeah, I got That Which Is. Yet on a simple human level, rare are times when either my left or my right foot is not in some kind of shit.
If I were married, I would be unmarried.
My imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, tells me it's my dog-damn ism to kick your illusory he-man's ass. Now, what do you say to that?
I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.
Do not believe in a god who is as silly, and meaner than you. For, that would surely be your higher-self, and your stupid alter-ego.
There is no human-like god. If there were, he'd be as silly as you.
All humans are rogues. Cured only by death.
People will laugh at anything, except their own moronic self.
Dead people are just great. Meet me when you are.
Don't worry. Life goes on. With or without you. So, live it, while it's given you.
I wish you well - if you will die. May you rest in peace.
Most people are scumbags. Accept it. Let go. Chill out, douchebags.
Don't, but if at all, then, lie to the whole damn world - never to your own damn, silly stupid self.
Frankly, the only good people who I know are dogs.
Please believe me. I've nothing against you personally. It's just that I laugh at all jokes.