God is for Suckers! – Commentary, news, and rants on the evils and…

A new recruit shows in the mining town, deep in the mountains. The gang boss is showing him around the place, pointing out the general store, the post office, the saloon… but there aren’t any brothels, in fact there aren’t any women around at all. “Umm, where do you… I mean, where are… you know, those urges?”

“Oh!” says the gang boss, “Let me show you.” He walks around the corner and points to a line of men who are queuing up in front of a barrel. “Whenever you feel the need, you just come over to the barrel, stick your dick in the hole, and it’s just like being with a woman! The only thing is, you can’t do that on Wednesday nights.”

“Why not Wednesday nights?” asks the new recruit.

“That’s your turn in the barrel.”

Yes, they’re the ubiguitous black/white messages signed by “gawd”.

Do you not have a PC at home? If not, I can email you the ones that are slightly different–like the bibble message mounted about the “Big Jim’s Booby Bungalow”…

Oh! I just got a heart shaped nugget from Wendy’s!! Praise Jeebus for this sign of luv! (I really did. grrrr.)

Masturbation may not literally make one blind, but it does make it a lot harder to pay attention to whats happening on the road.

I’m a normal red-blooded male, but even I don’t like to hang-out with a bunch of horny men staring at strippers, or pass around porno photos amongst my mates, or any of the other sad, juvenile pastimes that so many men like to get up to, especially when sex is involved.

Result? The macho guys I have worked with etc. have called me a ‘poof’ (gay), pervert, jewsuss freak etc., because I didn’t share their infantile views on women and sex.

The sad truth is that most men don’t grow up; they remain silly little boys, playing immature little games all their lives – ask any woman, and she’ll confirm that for you.

I remember once in Oz seeing a controversial movie about guys working on a sheep-station in the outback, hundreds of miles from anywhere. These guys were itinerant, having left their wives and families to spend the season working on the sheep-station. After some months at work there, one Friday night the guys in the bunkhouse all decide it was ‘time’ to have some sex, but the only available females were the sheep! One young guy is shocked by the suggestion, and refuses to go along with them; all these macho-types upbraid him for being a poof, and spend the rest of the movie making his life miserable. Aussies were outraged by the movie, but the screenwriter and director maintained that it was authentic. I certainly believed it, as it summed up perfectly the Neanderthal types for whom being ‘macho’ is a synonym for being a moron.

“The blood of Jesus…cleanseth us from all sin
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Big Jim’s Boobie Bungalow!” Hilarious!

Naomi, what is there for female truck drivers at stops like those? Do they really think you like hanging out with a bunch of horny men staring at strippers?