Warning, the following podcast contains those words that stupid people get more offended about than actual harmful stuff.

This week's episode of the Skating Atheist is brought to you by Honey, Adam and Eve.

Behind the Mormon curtain selling sex in America's holy city and by the skin of our teeth.

The skin of our teeth, because if a saying is old enough, sometimes we don't bother to ask what the fuck it could possibly mean.

And now, the Skating Atheist.

I'll be honest, I've never been one for writing sonnets, I've been searching for souls and sinking and so I'm thinking it's kind of ironic that we're preaching about a pulpit in the past is teaching bullshit spewing hatred from the pews nothing else better to do but passively pass passages, the past or paragraphs and that's enough of that.

But with no at Eli and Heath always laughing through good teeth, we're closer to uncovering the monsters that they've been.

Only of course if we did in fact evolve from filthy monkey man.

It's February 10th and this is your last chance to buy Valentine's Day flowers.

Yeah, we just got you laid, you're welcome.

I'm no illusions.

I mean, Lybosnik.

He's right.

From Joe Rogan's New Jersey, Annery's Genetic Roar.

It's Forever Joe Rogan's New Jersey.

This is the Skating Atheist.

This week's episode, Missouri only loves Christian company.

And Will Dust off and crack open a book that was clearly inspired by Dust and Crack.

But first, the Dietride.

I've got to admit, I'm running a little behind today because my behind was running a little bit yesterday.

I know, I know, nobody wants to hear about me getting a late night case of the emergency dribble shits,

but sometimes that's where the fucking story starts.

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