Warning, the following podcast contains some pretty fucked up language.

This week's episode of The Skating Atheist is brought to you by the new compilation CD of stereotypical black Christian catch phrases.

Kirk Cameron's exclamations.

You'll get A-man sister. You'll get testify.

And if you call in the next 10 minutes, we'll even throw in Wise Black friend performing Listen to the Woman, Listen to the Woman.

Kirk Cameron's exclamations. The perfect gift idea for people with lots of friends who are black.

And now The Skating Atheist.

My heart's a squishy tube filled ball of meat, but one caress from you can make it sore.

That feeling made my ancestors compete. I guess that's why it got selected for.

But lest you think I'm slandering romance by marveling at how it came to be, I argue that the truth serves to enhance the beauty in the world that we see.

Mock rather those who scorn it as a sin. For love evolved in filthy monkey men.

It's Thursday. It's February 18th.

And maybe that lady shoved her face into Peyton Manning's taint.

Which is rude. Somebody's busy moaning with another man. I'm no illusions.

He then write. And from 50 Shades of Gravy. Well, Dosta Georgia, this is The Skating Atheist.

On this week's episode, everybody will think Christian activist Lyle Shelton is gay.

Saudi Arabian authorities finally crack down on men dressed like cartoon horrors.

And we'll examine the fine tuning apologetic and find out it has nothing to do with squirting early on Jessica Rabbit.

But first, the diatribe.

I've been to church three times in my life.

First time maybe an atheist. Second one maybe an antithiast. And the third one made me an activist.

Now, I mostly managed to miss out on religion as a kid. My mother was religious, but she recognized churches for what they were and tried to keep her kids brains unwashed.

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