My great grandmother used to do jigsaw puzzles upside down. No picture, just the cardboard side.
She had nothin' on these guys...trying to make sense of the past in real terms, with no invisible-sky-wizard explanations.
Every time somebody says there's no proof for evolution I wanna mack 'em in the head with a fucking fossilized bone that says "yes...yes, there is".
I know it's insensitive of me to do this on Easter but whatever. Isn't Easter the day the giant bunny rolls the rock out from in front of the cave and if Jesus sees his shadow there's six more weeks of winter?
I don't believe...so sue me.
No worries here. I know I'm goin' straight to hell. I got a window seat reserved.
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