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There was a dyslexic atheist who had insomnia and would lay in bed at night and wonder if there really was a dog.



Know what an atheist when they're NOT alone in bed screams out while in the throes of passion, Ryk?

(...uh huh, you guessed it..."OH NOBODY! OH NOBODY!")


Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)