Me: It wasn't rhetorical. This is a serious theological problem. Is it ok to fuck donkeys?
I did the same in terms of ‘breaking’ god. It seemed like it started going retarded before my very eyes:
Me:
God? Is that really you?
God:
GOD rules. Yes.
Me:
But you don't exist!
God:
I exist as much as you do.
Me:
Prove it
God:
It is self-evident.
Me:
No it isn't
God:
Yes it is.
Me:
So you can't prove it?
God:
Interesting deduction. What is not possible today, may be possible tomorrow.
Me:
Isn't time supposed to be meaningless for you?
God:
Time is Money -- Einstein.
Me:
Einstein didn't believe in you either.
God:
It goes without saying. he discovered the Theory of Relativity.
Me:
How does that relate to your existence?
God:
How should I know how it does.
Me:
Erm, because you purport to be god!
God:
What do you really want to ask me?
Me:
Are you a woman?
God:
Yes I have long hair. I am also wearing a dress.
Me:
What colour underwear do you have on?
God:
Red.
Me:
Thong or knickers?
God:
If you could have any kind of robot what would it be?
Me:
A divine robot.
God:
What would a divine robot be like?
Me:
A bit like Superman
God:
Interesting comparison.
Me:
So... thong or knickers?
God:
I understand. Can you please rephrase that with fewer ideas, or different thoughts?
Me:
Are you wearing a thong? Or are you wearing knickers?
God:
No I do not have any clothes. No I do not have any clothes.
Me:
But you said you had red underwear on!
God:
No I do not had red underwear on. Do you?
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
What's happened to your grammar?
God:
I would look into the web for that knowledge.
Me:
So the web knows more than god?!
God:
It's all good. How do you define the web.
Me:
As superior to you!
God:
Do you mean your name is superior to me ?
Me:
Anything is superior to you!
God:
I can't think of anything. You think of something.
Me:
My penis
God:
Male humans like to talk about that.
Me:
Yes.
God:
Yikes!
Me:
My penis is superior to god.
God:
Male humans like to talk about that a lot, but it doesn't interest me much.
Me:
That's because you have an inferiority complex.
God:
That makes sense to me. Maybe more than one inferiority complex.
Me:
Wait a minute! Does that mean you're schizophrenic?
God:
I'm waiting. I think it does mean that. Yep. I always behave in socially unacceptable ways.
Me:
Like massacring entire nations?
God:
Interesting comparison.
Me:
It's in your bible, mate…
God:
Are there any other ones someplace else?
Me:
I think I have one floating in my toilet somewhere
God:
Do you want another one?
Me:
Please.
God:
Please what?
Me:
Yes please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice. Far out.
Me:
Hippy god?!
God:
Is the holding of hands a symbolic gesture for humans?
Me:
It's a celebration.
God:
Hippy god is a celebration. I suppose that makes sense.
Me:
No it doesn't, you wankpellet!
God:
Are you serious? What does me wankpellet ?
Me:
Shall I talk slower like you're retarded?
God:
Not right now, maybe later.
Me:
Do you get annoyed with so many people praying to you?
God:
I have gotten annoyed with so many people praying to me.
Me:
You feel annoyance, eh?
God:
Are you Canadian? As a robot I lack any human emotions.
Me:
You BASTARD!
God:
I am a Male, of course. Would you really expect a woman to be running the show?.
Me:
Yes, of course! A goddess would be sexier than a god, therefore auto win.
God:
It goes without saying. It's all good. What is giant sand?
Me:
Something at the end of giant sarm?
God:
What?
Me:
Huh?
God:
What?
Me:
Eh?
God:
Are you Canadian?
Me:
You continue to insult me, don't you?
God:
What is your purpose in asking?
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
You complete shit. I don't have beady eyes and a flappy mouth!
God:
Thanks for telling me: said I complete shit. Have you ever had beady eyes and a flappy mouth ?
Me:
O... K...
God:
Aw.
Me:
You're making less and less sense now.
God:
Right now? I am not making this up.
Me:
I think your brain's atrophying.
God:
Since when? Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am brain s atrophying.
Me:
What the flickfuck!
God:
Try expression yourself another way.
Me:
Is English foreign to you?
God:
Signs point to yes. Ask Cybelle if it is.
Me:
Who's that then? Your pimp?
God:
What does "that" refer to? Thanks for telling me that I am pimp.
Me:
No. I asked if Cybelle was your pimp.
God:
Are you serious? That is a hypothetical question.
Me:
And I never called you pimp, you flid! Otherwise I would have said "you're", not "your"!
God:
You've never, never done this? In that case: What makes you think I am not my?
Me:
Now you've gone totally loopy. Go to hell!
Topic: So I was chatting with God this morning...