You have sexual tendencies that are not normal, and you should be ashamed of them.

That special bond you think you have with your pet is imaginary. As long as it has food and water, you could get hit by a train tomorrow, and your pet wouldn’t think anything of it.

I respect your right to hold your religious beliefs, and if they help you, I think that’s great. I would, however, like to inform you that you are a raving kook.

Dear God, I understand that if I fail to believe in you, I’ll burn in hell for eternity. Thanks for being such a good sport about it.

A true friend is a gift from God. Since God doesn’t exist, guess what? Neither do true friends.

Your pet is not your friend. It is your hostage.

If your workplace was somehow transplanted into the jungle and everyone was forced to survive at a very primitive level, it's safe to say that eventually your boss would rape you.

Be sure to lie to your kids about the benevolent, all-seeing Santa Claus. It will prepare them for an adulthood of believing in God.

A true friend is a gift from God. Since God doesn't exist, guess what? Neither do true friends.

Statistically speaking, there is a 65 percent chance that the love of your life is having an affair. Be very suspicious.