Imagine, for a second, that there's a god
...and on the eighth day, God crated something; neither plant, nor animal, but living. And Lo, it could only live around rotting flesh and faeces, thriving where real, worthwhile life once was. Upon ejection from the garden of eden, steve and emily (for these were their real names) did land, face down, in a field of death and pooh, and for forty days and forty nights, were forced to survive on only this alien beast-spawn. Close to death, on the forty-first day, Steve did find a brussels sprout, which had been dropped on the floor and sponked on by the devil himself, but as it melted in his mouth, this ambrosia of foods did prove itself to be an order of magnitude more delicious than his new nemesis; the mushroom. Proof that there's either no god, or he's an evil bastard.
(wahey, Tue 13 Jul 2004, 12:48, Reply)