Let the mocking begin.

Susan 

     
“Half a truth is often a great lie.”

Ben Franklin

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Happy days.

Rot In Hell, scum.

That's a coincidence, having my recently mentioned him on this forum.  Chalk another one up to my evil powers.

But seriously, maybe Baptist fundamentalism will die with him.  Jeez, I just looked at his Wikipedia page... As far as hatred for his fellow man goes, he even put me to shame!

Grade A Cvnt

I'm afraid I can't. You see, the hat is in a hat box, along with a hammer and a decaying neutron. I'm too scared to open the thing.

On a Falwell-related note, I was just quoting the Lewis Black bit to a friend the other day. So you see, I had a hand in his death as well. 

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I hear St Peter's not answering his door to anyone at the moment!

(Not that JF was ever likely to get in)

I hope they cannot see / The limitless potential / Building inside of me / To murder everything / I hope they cannot see / I am the great destroyer

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Falwell: My first time was in an outhouse outside Lynchburg, Virginia

Interviewer: Wasn’t it a little cramped?

Falwell: Not after I kicked the goat out.

Interviewer: I see. You must tell me all about it.

Falwell: I never really expected to make it with Mom, but then after she showed all the other guys in town such a good time, I figured, "What the hell!"

Interviewer: But your Mom? Isn’t that a little odd?

Falwell: I don’t think so. Looks don’t mean that much to me in a woman.

Interviewer: Go on.

Falwell: Well, we were drunk off our God-fearing asses on Campari, ginger ale and soda—that’s called a Fire and Brimstone—at the time. And Mom looked better than a Baptist whore with a $100 donation

Interviewer: Campari in the crapper with Mom. how interesting.. .Well how was it?

Falwell: The Campari was great but mom passed out before I could come.

Interviewer: Did you ever try it again?

Falwell: Sure. Lots of times. But not in the outhouse. Between Mom and the shit, the flies were too much to bear.

Interviewer: We meant the Campari.

Falwell: Oh, yeah, I always get sloshed before I go to the pulpit. You don’t think I could lay down all that bullshit sober do you?

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Actually your hat started out as a rather primitive t-shirt, but due to the amazing benefits of sun protection and the magical process of evolution...it has transformed into a hat!!  No really!!  Eat away...

Hey Virginia, there is a God!!!!!

DING DONG the Pig is gone!!!!!!