Ok, I’m going to try a joke. . .(with a moral!
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Der Panzerkardinal (the pope), Osama Bin Laden and Carl Sagan walk into a bar. . . . . .
Osama is wearing his Groucho Marx disguise, as all the presidents men are looking for him. Carl Sagan is inhaling his wacky tobbacy slowly on his 4 foot long bong, and is too high to recognize Osama or the pope when Der Panzerkardinal walks in and recognizes his mortal foes.
He exclaims, “Ach, it zis the infamoz Carl! Anz dat pagan infidel Oz-ma! I mast uz may most lethat weapon, the papal bull! Anno domini, blah blah blah. . . . . .”
Der Panzerkardinal shrilly shouts his bull at a such a high pitch of voice that it kills all the hamsters in town. The terrified bar patrons begin to flee. This releases Carl from his high.
Cupping their ears and screaming in excruciating pain from all the bull, Carl remembers his most lethal weapon and starts shouting
“Billions and billions of stars make up our billions of galaxies and a hundred billion billion billion galaxies make up our universe! Oh, and there is no GOD! And there are billions and billions of fools like you all over the planet! And I have smoked at least a billion billion tons of pot! And billions of people should also smoke a billion tons of it, too! At least I know that on the other billion billion billion billion billion billion billion. . . . . . .. . . .”
Hearing the word billion shouted at which seems like a billion times, Osama suddenly cracks and shouts,
“Damn you and your pot! And you and your bull!”
He rips open his shirt to reveal painted toilet paper rolls glued to a belt, with black yarn connecting them together. He pulls out his recorder and holds it in a threatening manner.
During the uncomfortable silence, all the regulars and the bartenders run out of the bar. The three of them now stand alone looking at each other with hatred.
Then, for no reason at all, a meteor strikes and destroys the bar, and the three in it.
The moral of the strory is;
We
Are
Right

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