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And now, The Skating Atheist.

God is just so upset. He hates it when men are not manly.

And the first Corinthians chapter 6 speaks about homosexuality and feminine behavior and feminine dress for men.

God does not want men to be a drudgeness. He gave them facial hair for a reason.

Hi, this is Dan from The Thank God I'm Atheist podcast, and we did, in fact, evolve from filthy monkey men.

Or rather, monkey men, I can't verify how clean they were.

It's Thursday, July 11th, and vaguely spiritual agnostics piss me off, too.

I'm your host, No Illusions, and from Redneck Repelant, New York, New York, this is The Skating Atheist.

On this week's episode, we'll discuss a new assholistic cure for migraines.

We'll learn exactly how many rape jokes our listeners are willing to tolerate, and we'll eat whenever they hell we please.

But first, the Dietribe.

Last weekend, Lucinda and I took Heathen's prostitute on a double date to see this is the end, which actually did me the favor of not sucking for the 13 and a half bucks I dumped on it.

The movie's basically Pineapple Express meets left behind, and if those references don't do it for you, it's a movie about Seth Rogan and his buddies smoking pot during the apocalypse.

And it's actually a pretty safe bet, by the way, that if you made it this far into an episode of our show, you'd probably like it.

It consists of a half dozen Judd Apatoaclides playing parody versions of themselves at a housewarming party when suddenly the End Times cometh, the Good Christians ride to heaven on a blue light, and the folks that are left over, including all the pot smoking self-absorbed actors, are tormented by demons and Danny McBride's sperm.

And as hard as this movie tries not to make you think I couldn't help it.

After spending an hour and a half laughing about Jonah Hill's exorcism scene, I started reflecting on the petty vengeance that underlies so much of modern Christian mythology.

Now in its latest form it comes across in Primetime TV shows where let's say an atheist and its theist team up to fight both crime and their mounting sexual tension.

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