I concede your god is the only god, except for one - my pal up there nowhere, Mr. NOT.

People who say they do not regret anything in their life, for the next birth too should get the very same wife.

All nuts sit on their butts - do you?

I'm a serious sort of fella. But don't tell me your pal up in the sky exists, and mine does not. Then, my middle finger gets offended! For, my buddy up there nowhere, Mr. NOT, too insists without proof, that he is. Same as your god. Is Mr. NOT nuts? If he is, are you not?

If your imaginary buddy 'up there' and his book and ism tell you to hate and kill people of another #faith and #religion, then, this non-existent f****r's mind is as little as his pecker.

Yeah, I assure you I hear you perfectly. But my ears don't do so as deftly.

There are more rascals on earth than there are people.

If you can count your friends - those who will miss you, perhaps shed a tear for you after you conk off - you're one lucky fellow. I guess I am lucky. Then again, who can tell? May be I will have to cut off a finger! For, who knows, in the passage of time, who turns yellow.

Those who advocate killing people of another religion or faith by labeling the latter as infidels are dick-heads; that too a bit too little.