Don't get me wrong, I use to like the old plastic Kenmore types, but I always noticed how they would kick up the sand and dirt, and soon it would lie all in stately repose over the top of my vacuum. Why, when you ran it across the rug, directly in front of it, you could see the debris doing "The lord of The Dance!" After which, after I finished vacuuming, I would have to take it outside and hit it with the leaf blower.
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Oh, that's all atheists can do is to think about God. They love bringing Him up so they can run their mouth and shake their little pigmy fists at Him. Not knowing all the while, that they must first crawl into His lap to slap His face...pitiful. This reminds me of a story about an atheist professor that went to Fiji and was giving a tour of the island by one of its leaders. All the while, the atheist apologized for the horribly Christian missionaries, on account, that he had seen so many ruins of churches all around. The atheist professor went on and on at the mouth, until Alas, the native leader pointed to him and said , " Do you see that big rock over there, that is where we use to bash the heads in of our victims. Do you see that cave over there, that's where we use to cook our victims, after we bashed their heads in. If it wasn't for those Christians, we would be eating you right now!" Upon hearing this truth, the dumbfounded atheist turned white and most wisely shut his mouth. You see, there really can be happy endings!
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