Atheists & Agnostics

Once, on the morning of second day of a family reunion -- a Sunday -- about a quarter of the Christian cousins decided to hijack the event and turn it into a Jesus-fest -- complete with guitars (yeehaw). I decided to walk down the road until afternoon, when the beer would come out, and wound-up getting bitten on the thigh by a big black dog. The Christian cousins LOVED that. "See, if you'd stayed and listened to the word, this wouldn't have happened," one said. "God's telling you something." In reply, I said that I would do it all over again -- that I'd rather be bitten by an angry dog than listen to their bullshit. That REALLY pissed them off. "So, you'd rather go to hell." I said YES. If the choice is between eternity with ignorant cousins, and an angry dog, I choose the dog.