Showing posts with label f yeah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label f yeah. Show all posts

Monday, October 20, 2014

Sunday, September 26, 2010

His argument was impeccable

A man told me why he quit going to church. "You've already heard everything they're going to say. You could make it up in your head and it would be word for word what the guy would tell you. And your see the same people week after week. You could go away for years and come back―you wouldn't have missed anything of significance. What is the point?"

His argument convinced me. It was direct, simple, flawless; like a pistol which merely needed to acquire the correct target. So I quit watching television.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Hemi Air Raid Siren

Hat-tip Iowahawk on Twitter.


I love how the Brits say garage. Rhymes with carriage. The way Americans say it sounds too French.