Here’s a nice pleasant video of Mr Rogers singing. It will cheer you up, unless you hate autotuning, in which case it will fill you with rage — which is OK, too, since we aim to cover the gamut of emotion here.
(Episode CCCXXXVII: No sense of humor at all.)
Yep. No laughs at all here.
(Episode CCCXXXVI: Time for us all to leave.)
P.S. I hate to end the last thread just after Tony bared his soul, but I’ll at least mention you ought to read that.
Battles breaking out all over the last Zombie Thread! We need more room for waging all out war on each other! Just don’t forget: undead brain-eating corpses do love you.
We actually have a whole mob of new people waiting in the wings and getting ready to come on, but the first of the new batch are Ashley Miller and Zinnia Jones.
Man, are you readers in trouble. There’s going to be so much awesome on FtB you’ll never be able to leave.
The Molly Award for the month of April goes to…
Theophontes
Now y’all have to elect someone for meritorious service in the month of May. Leave a comment below.
Zombie Jesus is looking good! From experience, he’ll be looking a bit tattered by the time this thread runs its course.
Pastor John Hagee would like all us atheists to get on a plane and leave. I’m hoping he’ll send us all airfare soon. Where would you like to go? I can imagine retiring to Ireland, for instance. I hear New Zealand is nice, and I had a grand time in Iceland.
Or I could just tell ranting idiot to get stuffed.
(Episode CCCXXXV: The Sparlock thread.)
It’s good to finally have clarity on what we’re doing here at FreethoughtBlogs.
Freethought Blogs does not have a mission statement. It will never have a mission statement.
It’s pure raging chaos here! Yay!
Jehovah’s Witnesses once again confirm that they’re a mob of dour, po-faced killjoys. Watch MommyJW suck all the joy of of SonJW’s life, in the name of her invisible deity.
Remarkable, isn’t it, that the all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving cosmic creator of the universe is so very concerned about a child’s plastic toy…and not even the toy itself, but whether the fictional backstory of the toy accords properly with dogma.
(Episode CCCXXXIV: Eject! Eject! Eject!.)
I knew this was going to happen. It’s been a long day and night of travel, and of course you filled up the endless thread. So quick! Get out!
(Episode CCCXXXIII: Eyjafjallajökull.)
