I’m sick and bored and bored of being sick, so I’ve been wandering through blogs on Google. I’m compiling an atheist guide to dating, per the advice of fundamentalists.
Single? Looking for love? Learn to “flirt” (aka, stand around and wait to be harassed, its how Darwin does it) like a proper atheist! (Brace yourself, this guy tends towards scary-nasty):
Then, when you find that special someone, be sure to include some hot “colonization”!
Christ on a cracker. Maybe I’ve just ODed on cough syrup, but I can’t stop the hysterical giggles every time I visualize what sort of pillow talk that would translate to. “Plants”? Really? Perhaps a sexy farming metaphor…
Sorry. Most pointless post ever. And just so we’re clear, I’m not in agreement with any of the above, I just found the sheer lunacy amusing. And frightening. But also amusing. Time for more cough syrup.