The atheists I grew up with in Texas were a tad bit pluckier than today’s lardy hagfish atheists who file lawsuits every winter when they see a child wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Yep, the anti-theists I used to hang out with in the Lone Star state were rugged individualists who were so busy milking this existence that they didn’t have time to bleat like a stuck sheep because a plastic baby Jesus statue endangered their delicate beliefs.
My other non-believing buddies who weren’t the robust Hemingway types were usually heady stoners who were into physics, Pink Floyd and Frisbee and were...











I still feel sorry for all those children of athiests.
Normal kid: I got this great toy for Christmas! What did you get?
Athiest kid: Err, nothing, my dad does not believe in it, I still got Halloween candy though.
Christian kid: Here, want to play with my toys, we can share.