Hey Fuck-O! We like to call it inter-species erotica.
Reply “how did you know I was into old man on furry roleplay?” then when they go off on their god crap, tear it in half and toss it and yell “NEXT!”
Ooh, yes ape daddy! Pound my monkussy!
You have some interesting Kinks.
Great song! Thanks for sharing ❤️
I’m always happy to share a Kinks song.
If there is a god, it must be a god of mischief for granting me the gift of literacy and setting me on a path to encounter your comment.
What a terrible day to have eyes
Kinky Nixon’s brother; stick daddy
I loooooove Chick tracts. I collect them.
Always on the lookout for Lisa in which the family doctor lets a dad know that he gave his own daughter herpes but it’s okay because he helps the dad find Jesus and stop being a rapist. That one got pulled pretty quickly.
I think I just saw this one the other day! Is it “Baby Talk”?
Swap the monkey out with a werewolf (or 14), and I’ll call him by whatever name he wants. UwU
That guy has been topped by a gorilla ?
Yes. Not seen: the gorilla’s leather outfit.
See my vest, see my vest, Made from real gorilla chest
Always said dad looked like a silver back.
My favorite one is the Christian student against the professor. “Gluons aren’t real because you cannot see them. Actually it is Jesus holding atoms together.”
If I were the professor, I would be fine as long as the student were to tell the definition of a Gluon when I asked them to define “Jesus”.
A name is a name is a name.
But then you could break Jesus if you smashed into him with enough force.
Don’t threaten him with a good time…
As someone who had to simulate the strong force, this actually makes a lot of sense.
I can’t see Jesus…or God…oh wait!
Sticks out for Harambe
Sometimes my mom calls a fanny pack a strap-on. This is like that.
oh I’m stealing that
In my country, a fanny is a cunt, so hearing Americans call bum-bags “fanny packs” was, and still is, hilarious to me.
But I will be exclusively referring to my bum bag as my “strap on” from now on. Thank you, groucho’s mom.
I always forget about that. Also we call anoraks “windbreakers”, which…
I’m great at breaking wind…
I’ve heard those massage pads you lay on a chair and sit on called a “vibrator”
Having brain cells is satanic, evidently.
The effort people make to undermine education only shows how desperately it’s needed.
There was one of these tracts from the 70s on evolution, where a christian student authoritatively defeats the stuffy science teacher, with what is demonstrably cherry-picked crap taken out of context.
At the end, the triumphant, humble-yet-firm student asks a by-now deflated science teacher how is it that protons in the nucleus, with positive charge, don’t fly apart, the teacher shakes his head as he mumbles “I don’t know, I don’t know…”
I guess the student was implying that little angels kept the protons in place? Or that there are some things that are unknowable?
As if Quantum Chromodynamics, the Strong Force (and Strong Nuclear Force, slight difference there) and The Standard Model didn’t already exist, as if quarks hadn’t been detected beyond a shadow of a doubt.In his profound and cynical dishonesty, seems like Chick in his tract counted on information on the subject not yet being widely available at the time.
Chew on that one for a minute: Chick counted on the scientific illiteracy of the tract reader. Fanatical zealot that he was.
Today’s Chick Tract: Jack’s barely disguised fetish
Oh my~
