Warning, this podcast contains explicit language and should not be listened to by people who are offended by words.

Today's episode of the Skating Atheist is brought to you by the new castration service for pedophile clergy, FRIER TUCKS.

Do you have a diocese filled with child rapists? In other words, do you have a diocese?

Well, thanks to the widespread availability of impartial information, it's getting harder and harder to talk new recruits into dedicating their lives to the celibate contemplation of an imaginary superhero.

So why waste perfectly good priests by transferring them to other parishes right before they can be investigated for sexual misconduct when you can just cut their nuts off?

Snip it in the bud with FRIER TUCKS because they're not supposed to use those things anyway. And now the Skating Atheist.

I'm Dan Errol, author of Parenting Without God, and I can assure you that we did, in fact, evolve from filthy monkey men.

It's August 28th!

And I'm 0.3 bar away from 33.3 bar. I'm Noah Luzanz, I'm Ethan Wright, and from Ruthless Plunder, New York, New York.

And toothless wonder, po-dog Georgia, this is the Skating Atheist.

On this week's episode, Mark Dristle gets outwitted by Timothy Dolt, worst one.

He will make boot jokes, and no babies were harmed during Noah's ice bucket time.

No, no, they were all already aborted. But first, the Dietriker.

The freshman year at college. I'm an anthropology 101, and the professor is talking about different systems of magic that various cultures believed in.

Throughout history, when a girl behind me chimes in with a question, and she's baffled, and she strikes me as the easily baffled type.

But she just can't understand how these people could keep believing in magic if it didn't work.

She says, and I believe this is a quote, how could they keep believing in it if it didn't do nothing?

And the professor is stumbling a bit, no doubt keenly aware of the gaudy four-inch crucifix hanging around her neck, so I offered an answer in his stead.

I said, why don't you just pray to Jesus that he answers that question for you?

And nobody laughed except for the professor who was clearly trying not to.

A couple of the students give me little pissy looks and stuff, but honestly, I think a lot of them didn't even realize what I was saying.

Now, it wouldn't be surprising if you would mistook it for an honest suggestion. They're like, well, if anybody'd know, it'd be Jesus.

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