Last Days (true story)
Shortly before the Millennium, I walked into a McDonalds and ordered a McChicken Sandwich. The bloody nutter behind the counter said, "You know we're living in the last days, don't you?" "In that case," says I, "I'll have a Big Mac."

Religious people seem to want to convert me or damn wherever I go. When I was a student, our deeply religious landlady lied that she'd had the gas boiler fixed and proceeded to nearly kill us with carbon monoxide poisoning. But no, this wasn't the most serious thing for her. The fact I'm gay was, and she told me, "We are all judged on Judgement Day and you are going to Hell."

So let me get this straight - you gas me and my friends and you're still going to meet Allah. I am get one up the arse and I'm going to Hell? That's fair...

Probably not helped by me stepping on the gas man's prayer mat and offering him a bacon buttie while he's praying in my room, of which the walls were adorned with semi-naked young men. I was stoned.

Will come up with more once I think of them.

I'm agnostic, by the way.
(badfox1 wonders who he's played by this episode on, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 14:54, 2 replies)

Eh?
The gas man came around and demanded the right to stop and pray?

Oy, veh.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 14:58, closed)

Unprofessional
but dedicated.

I would still regard that as rude, he could have at least prayed outside (or is that against the rules?).

I asked my HR manager whether I could get Fridays off whilst I converted (I used to work in Leisure, so basically worked everyday). The answer was no. Poo face!
( The_Commander_of_Skips wears his sunglasses at night, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 17:10, closed)