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I'm too smart to fall for religion.

Lunkhead

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All those churches are just scams that lie to people to steal their money and control their minds. Religion is for naive, weak minded followers, not high IQ free-thinkers like me. (I'm in MENSA, by the way.) They're all a bunch of cons...

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except for that one space alien cult started by a CIA spook that openly talked about scamming his followers and getting rich off his fake religion. That one's ok.

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Also, I'm in MENSA. Did I mention that?
 
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Eric stood outside his sister Heidi’s room, his heart racing as he stared at the knife in his hand. His thoughts were a whirlwind, torn between love for his sister and a desperate need for proof. He had always struggled with his faith, always questioned, always doubted. Now, he was determined to get an answer.

“If God is real, He’ll stop me,” Eric whispered to himself, his voice trembling. This was his experiment, his twisted test. If God existed, surely He would intervene before Eric could hurt his own sister.

Heidi was asleep, unaware of the turmoil unfolding just outside her door. Eric took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob, stepping into her room. He approached her bed, his hands shaking as he raised the knife, his eyes squeezed shut.

“God, if You’re there,” he pleaded, his voice barely more than a breath, “stop me.”

The room was eerily silent. Eric waited, every muscle in his body tense, waiting for something—anything—to happen. But nothing did. No voice from the heavens, no sudden force stopping him. Only the sound of Heidi’s soft breathing, oblivious to the danger she was in.

Eric placed the knife in one hand. He began to unzip his pants in the other.
 
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PorqueDealer said:
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Just pay your taxes Hildy
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Interesting. So if you get a participation trophy, is that considered unsuccessful? But he puts it in his bio, so he must be proud because that means he's successful. But then he had to pay for it? Sounds like a pay to play scam. A real conundrum here. Will have to consult my fellow MENSA members about this.
 
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Lunkhead said:
Nice honorable mention with a thousand other losers. Couldn't even get the "Silver Honorable Mention".

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I'm so sorry, Eric. Here's your little ribbon, buddy. View attachment 219652
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NoBacon said:
Eric stood outside his sister Heidi’s room, his heart racing as he stared at the knife in his hand. His thoughts were a whirlwind, torn between love for his sister and a desperate need for proof. He had always struggled with his faith, always questioned, always doubted. Now, he was determined to get an answer.

“If God is real, He’ll stop me,” Eric whispered to himself, his voice trembling. This was his experiment, his twisted test. If God existed, surely He would intervene before Eric could hurt his own sister.

Heidi was asleep, unaware of the turmoil unfolding just outside her door. Eric took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob, stepping into her room. He approached her bed, his hands shaking as he raised the knife, his eyes squeezed shut.

“God, if You’re there,” he pleaded, his voice barely more than a breath, “stop me.”

The room was eerily silent. Eric waited, every muscle in his body tense, waiting for something—anything—to happen. But nothing did. No voice from the heavens, no sudden force stopping him. Only the sound of Heidi’s soft breathing, oblivious to the danger she was in.

Eric placed the knife in one hand. He began to unzip his pants in the other.
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I dont know, dude.
 
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