Possibly worse than being grounded.

[Zimiri of the Muse]

okay now proceed with the follow up to get out of going to church every sunday.

1. sit in the front pew.

2. get a cell phone if you dont already have one.

3. set it on the most anyying ringtone in the world.

4. turn it to the highest sound possible.

(anyone c where I am going with this yet?)

5. here is the hard part. work through you anti-socialism, and get any friends you have to text you repeatedly all through church,

6. there you go ow you never have to go to church again

7. Get Rich!

[WTF]

okay now proceed with the follow up to get out of going to church every sunday.

1. sit in the front pew.

2. get a cell phone if you dont already have one.

3. set it on the most anyying ringtone in the world.

4. turn it to the highest sound possible.

(anyone c where I am going with this yet?)

5. here is the hard part. work through you anti-socialism' date=' and get any friends you have to text you repeatedly all through church,

6. there you go ow you never have to go to church again

7. Get Rich!

[/quote']

 

Well thought out. But, its his decision.

[Dark]

okay now proceed with the follow up to get out of going to church every sunday.

1. sit in the front pew.

2. get a cell phone if you dont already have one.

3. set it on the most anyying ringtone in the world.

4. turn it to the highest sound possible.

(anyone c where I am going with this yet?)

5. here is the hard part. work through you anti-socialism' date=' and get any friends you have to text you repeatedly all through church,

6. there you go ow you never have to go to church again

7. Get Rich!

[/quote']

 

Partially my idea, but the ringtone will be some Satanic music with a shitload of curses that opposes Christianity like no tomorrow.

 

I cannot believe you read my mind like that.

[SmallieBigs]

God you have to post that here if you get that done.

 

(didugetwatisaid?)

[Dark]

If you just called me God, you are implying I do not exist.

 

Or maybe I will just refuse to go to Church. My parents can't do shit about it.

[❤ Lovely Warrior ❤]

make your self vomit and maybe you can get out of it

[SmallieBigs]

If you just called me God' date=' you are implying I do not exist.

 

Or maybe I will just refuse to go to Church. My parents can't do s[b'][/b]hit about it.

No I was making a horrible joke so nevermind. I also figured out how you said s*** without it being censored by YCM =D I liek how u think Dark I have to say good job.

[Dark]

make your self vomit and maybe you can get out of it

 

I don't need to go that extreme.

[Zeroke]

It would have been funny if you actually reacted to the Holy water and Bible. Well, funny for me, pure hell for you.

[Dark]

I've actually fully read the Bible simply to list all the contradictions in it.

 

And the holy water is just water. And he put it on my forehead. :/

[Zimiri of the Muse]

okay now proceed with the follow up to get out of going to church every sunday.

1. sit in the front pew.

2. get a cell phone if you dont already have one.

3. set it on the most anyying ringtone in the world.

4. turn it to the highest sound possible.

(anyone c where I am going with this yet?)

5. here is the hard part. work through you anti-socialism' date=' and get any friends you have to text you repeatedly all through church,

6. there you go ow you never have to go to church again

7. Get Rich!

[/quote']

 

Partially my idea, but the ringtone will be some Satanic music with a shitload of curses that opposes Christianity like no tomorrow.

 

I cannot believe you read my mind like that.

yay ima physic

[Yasu]

Why getting this locked D:

We need to analyze your story ;_;.

[Dark]

oh fine fine

 

Don't lock this yet.

[T. Sankara]

That's not a priest. That's a dumbass.

[Yasu]

More disrespect. I'd be surprised if God doesn't send you to hell as soon as you walk outside.

God does not send people to hell. It's in the bible. The priest (obviously) read the bible.

 

So then he calls one of his nuns or someone, and says that I am possessed by Satan. So they bring a Bible and some holy water.

He reads me some Bible passage (more fairy tale =D) and rubs his hand with holy water and touches my forehead.

Lawl, you're considered "possessed" after some psychological exams and rigorous research, even if you just were "influenced" that "exorcism" wasn't necessary. Now that I remember there are certain requirements needed in order to make a "successful" exorcism. Either the priest was really stupid (or saw The Exorcist) or the fairy tale is other...

 

But, well...

[Dark]

That's not a priest. That's a dumbass.

 

... o_O

 

God does not send people to hell. It's in the bible. The priest (obviously) read the bible.

 

There is no such thing as preist college. Not only is this guy a prick' date=' but he's also a dumbass now.

 

[i']Lawl, you're considered "possessed" after some psychological exams and rigorous research, even if you just were "influenced" that "exorcism" wasn't necessary. Now that I remember there are certain requirements needed in order to make a "successful" exorcism. Either the priest was really stupid (or saw The Exorcist) or the fairy tale is other...[/i]

 

He didn't do an exorcism. He'd need my consent first.

[WTF]

That's not a priest. That's a dumbass.

 

... o_O

 

God does not send people to hell. It's in the bible. The priest (obviously) read the bible.

 

There is no such thing as preist college. Not only is this guy a prick' date=' but he's also a dumbass now.

 

[i']Lawl, you're considered "possessed" after some psychological exams and rigorous research, even if you just were "influenced" that "exorcism" wasn't necessary. Now that I remember there are certain requirements needed in order to make a "successful" exorcism. Either the priest was really stupid (or saw The Exorcist) or the fairy tale is other...[/i]

 

He didn't do an exorcism. He'd need my consent first.

 

Your priest is now officially an ignorant prick he should mind his own affairs.

[Dark]

I just can't wait till next Sunday. My dad will regret sending me back to Church.

[WTF]

I just can't wait till next Sunday. My dad will regret sending me back to Church.

 

lawl :)

[Enrise]

When the psychologist people come, or whatever, don't say a word. Or say something like, "That's a stupid question. Can I leave now?"

 

It might actually work. =P

[Eury]

Haha. Meetings were fun. <_<

 

M refers to me.

P refers to the psychologist.

R refers to the preist.

 

[spoiler=Psychologist]

 

I walked in' date=' and the psychologist (she was kinda hot) asked me my name and age.

 

P: To be very frank about the situation, I don't have a clue as to why you are here. If you were as anti-social as your parents wrote, you would not have wished to talk to me at all. Do you feel you are anti-social?

 

M: A little. I don't really care much for going out anywhere, but I do sometimes. Oh, and I despise parties.

 

P: That's little reason to worry. You obviously like being secluded and isolated. So, do you want to leave now and I'll talk to your parents, or...?

 

M: This is my first time at a psychologists, so I wanted to try the ink-blot test. ;)

 

P: Sure.

 

So, we did the ink-blot test for like 20 minutes. And she talked to my parents. And I don't really give a damn what she said, but they finally shut up. ;D

 

 

[spoiler=Preist']

 

Haven't been to a church in 8 years. I broke that today.

 

So, I walked in, wearing a red pentagram on my shirt, but a hoodie over it. Had the iPod things in my ear, and had a ready-made playlist of non-metal music.

 

R: Hello, Michael. I haven't seen you in awhile. Your parents wanted me to discuss some things with you.

 

M: *nods*

 

For 15 minutes, I couldn't hear anything he was saying. But I heard "God", "Jesus" and "The Bible" some times, so I guess he was teaching me about Christianity... all over again.

 

Then... well... he saw something "red" on my shirt. Through my headphones, he requested me to take off my hoodie.

 

And he saw the red pentagram. Knewing I had to do something, I took the headphones out.

 

R: Why are you wearing a red star on your shirt? Are you one of those blasphemous Satanists? Now I know why your parents wanted me to talk to you. Son, do you wish to go to hell? Do you wish to have a horrible life?

 

M: Not at all.

 

R: So why did you abandon Christianity? I remember when you were young, you used to come to church every Sunday. What happened to you?

 

M: Don't know, don't care.

 

R: This intolerance and disrespect will have to stop. I will have a word with your parents, and they will enroll you in Christian classes.

 

M: Nope.

 

R: More disrespect. I'd be surprised if God doesn't send you to hell as soon as you walk outside.

 

M: That's wonderful. Mind you, we are living in America. And in America, I have something called a "freedom of religion". So if you want to make me Christian, get me a plane ticket for Rome.

 

R: Satanism isn't a religion, it's pure blasphemy.

 

Now I got really pissed off. It wasn't even about atheism, but this guy was a stuck-up prick.

 

M: You believe in your imaginary benevolent being. So I'll believe in my imaginary malevolent being. (Does this statement ring any bells?)

 

So then he calls one of his nuns or someone, and says that I am possessed by Satan. So they bring a Bible and some holy water.

 

He reads me some Bible passage (more fairy tale =D) and rubs his hand with holy water and touches my forehead.

 

I didn't debate him one bit. Not... at... all. He started yelling at me, and saying more things about Christianity, and then called my parents in.

 

Guess what, guys? I'm going to church every Sunday for two months. But don't even think for a second that I'm actually going to go. ;)

 

 

 

 

K, someone can lock this, now.

 

Oh, and before anyone decides to be a moron, this IS a true story.

 

I want the address for that dumbass' church.

 

A Mental Institution wouldn't be able to cure him from the words he'd hear come out of my mouth.

[Dark]

Haha. Meetings were fun. <_<

 

M refers to me.

P refers to the psychologist.

R refers to the preist.

 

[spoiler=Psychologist]

 

I walked in' date=' and the psychologist (she was kinda hot) asked me my name and age.

 

P: To be very frank about the situation, I don't have a clue as to why you are here. If you were as anti-social as your parents wrote, you would not have wished to talk to me at all. Do you feel you are anti-social?

 

M: A little. I don't really care much for going out anywhere, but I do sometimes. Oh, and I despise parties.

 

P: That's little reason to worry. You obviously like being secluded and isolated. So, do you want to leave now and I'll talk to your parents, or...?

 

M: This is my first time at a psychologists, so I wanted to try the ink-blot test. ;)

 

P: Sure.

 

So, we did the ink-blot test for like 20 minutes. And she talked to my parents. And I don't really give a damn what she said, but they finally shut up. ;D

 

 

[spoiler=Preist']

 

Haven't been to a church in 8 years. I broke that today.

 

So, I walked in, wearing a red pentagram on my shirt, but a hoodie over it. Had the iPod things in my ear, and had a ready-made playlist of non-metal music.

 

R: Hello, Michael. I haven't seen you in awhile. Your parents wanted me to discuss some things with you.

 

M: *nods*

 

For 15 minutes, I couldn't hear anything he was saying. But I heard "God", "Jesus" and "The Bible" some times, so I guess he was teaching me about Christianity... all over again.

 

Then... well... he saw something "red" on my shirt. Through my headphones, he requested me to take off my hoodie.

 

And he saw the red pentagram. Knewing I had to do something, I took the headphones out.

 

R: Why are you wearing a red star on your shirt? Are you one of those blasphemous Satanists? Now I know why your parents wanted me to talk to you. Son, do you wish to go to hell? Do you wish to have a horrible life?

 

M: Not at all.

 

R: So why did you abandon Christianity? I remember when you were young, you used to come to church every Sunday. What happened to you?

 

M: Don't know, don't care.

 

R: This intolerance and disrespect will have to stop. I will have a word with your parents, and they will enroll you in Christian classes.

 

M: Nope.

 

R: More disrespect. I'd be surprised if God doesn't send you to hell as soon as you walk outside.

 

M: That's wonderful. Mind you, we are living in America. And in America, I have something called a "freedom of religion". So if you want to make me Christian, get me a plane ticket for Rome.

 

R: Satanism isn't a religion, it's pure blasphemy.

 

Now I got really pissed off. It wasn't even about atheism, but this guy was a stuck-up prick.

 

M: You believe in your imaginary benevolent being. So I'll believe in my imaginary malevolent being. (Does this statement ring any bells?)

 

So then he calls one of his nuns or someone, and says that I am possessed by Satan. So they bring a Bible and some holy water.

 

He reads me some Bible passage (more fairy tale =D) and rubs his hand with holy water and touches my forehead.

 

I didn't debate him one bit. Not... at... all. He started yelling at me, and saying more things about Christianity, and then called my parents in.

 

Guess what, guys? I'm going to church every Sunday for two months. But don't even think for a second that I'm actually going to go. ;)

 

 

 

 

K, someone can lock this, now.

 

Oh, and before anyone decides to be a moron, this IS a true story.

 

I want the address for that dumbass' church.

 

A Mental Institution wouldn't be able to cure him from the words he'd hear come out of my mouth.

 

It's in central Boston. ;D

[Eury]

Haha. Meetings were fun. <_<

 

M refers to me.

P refers to the psychologist.

R refers to the preist.

 

[spoiler=Psychologist]

 

I walked in' date=' and the psychologist (she was kinda hot) asked me my name and age.

 

P: To be very frank about the situation, I don't have a clue as to why you are here. If you were as anti-social as your parents wrote, you would not have wished to talk to me at all. Do you feel you are anti-social?

 

M: A little. I don't really care much for going out anywhere, but I do sometimes. Oh, and I despise parties.

 

P: That's little reason to worry. You obviously like being secluded and isolated. So, do you want to leave now and I'll talk to your parents, or...?

 

M: This is my first time at a psychologists, so I wanted to try the ink-blot test. ;)

 

P: Sure.

 

So, we did the ink-blot test for like 20 minutes. And she talked to my parents. And I don't really give a damn what she said, but they finally shut up. ;D

 

 

[spoiler=Preist']

 

Haven't been to a church in 8 years. I broke that today.

 

So, I walked in, wearing a red pentagram on my shirt, but a hoodie over it. Had the iPod things in my ear, and had a ready-made playlist of non-metal music.

 

R: Hello, Michael. I haven't seen you in awhile. Your parents wanted me to discuss some things with you.

 

M: *nods*

 

For 15 minutes, I couldn't hear anything he was saying. But I heard "God", "Jesus" and "The Bible" some times, so I guess he was teaching me about Christianity... all over again.

 

Then... well... he saw something "red" on my shirt. Through my headphones, he requested me to take off my hoodie.

 

And he saw the red pentagram. Knewing I had to do something, I took the headphones out.

 

R: Why are you wearing a red star on your shirt? Are you one of those blasphemous Satanists? Now I know why your parents wanted me to talk to you. Son, do you wish to go to hell? Do you wish to have a horrible life?

 

M: Not at all.

 

R: So why did you abandon Christianity? I remember when you were young, you used to come to church every Sunday. What happened to you?

 

M: Don't know, don't care.

 

R: This intolerance and disrespect will have to stop. I will have a word with your parents, and they will enroll you in Christian classes.

 

M: Nope.

 

R: More disrespect. I'd be surprised if God doesn't send you to hell as soon as you walk outside.

 

M: That's wonderful. Mind you, we are living in America. And in America, I have something called a "freedom of religion". So if you want to make me Christian, get me a plane ticket for Rome.

 

R: Satanism isn't a religion, it's pure blasphemy.

 

Now I got really pissed off. It wasn't even about atheism, but this guy was a stuck-up prick.

 

M: You believe in your imaginary benevolent being. So I'll believe in my imaginary malevolent being. (Does this statement ring any bells?)

 

So then he calls one of his nuns or someone, and says that I am possessed by Satan. So they bring a Bible and some holy water.

 

He reads me some Bible passage (more fairy tale =D) and rubs his hand with holy water and touches my forehead.

 

I didn't debate him one bit. Not... at... all. He started yelling at me, and saying more things about Christianity, and then called my parents in.

 

Guess what, guys? I'm going to church every Sunday for two months. But don't even think for a second that I'm actually going to go. ;)

 

 

 

 

K, someone can lock this, now.

 

Oh, and before anyone decides to be a moron, this IS a true story.

 

I want the address for that dumbass' church.

 

A Mental Institution wouldn't be able to cure him from the words he'd hear come out of my mouth.

 

It's in central Boston. ;D

 

*checks schedule*

 

Gah. I'm booked. D:

 

But one day, I will go to Boston. And I will find that Priest. Then I will commence to strap him to a chair, and read him the Satanic Bible.

 

[spoiler=Because]

 

[Enrise]

Eur, where did you find that picture? =3

[Dark]

Bwahaha!

 

If you ever come to Boston, I'll give you the location of the church. But don't stalk me. I'm pedobearaphobic.