"Deeply fucked in the head"

Indeed.

How come, when I head out of town on business, or Erica is out of town at a yoga retreat, I don't need a hall monitor? And I'm one of those immoral/amoral atheists!

Seriously, when I'm in Hotlanta for 5 days for a trade show, my concern won't be "how will I resist temptation?" It'll be "where's the best local food and drink?" Now, sure, it's the south. Will there be southern girls and sundresses and legs and boobs as far as the eye can see? Damn right there will be, and I'll be enjoying the show. But not for one single fucking second will I have to "fight temptation." Roommate, boss and I will just appreciate, maybe say a "hoo-WHEE" under our collective breath, and have another damned drink. Because there's nothing better than tax-deductible meals at the Capital Grille.

When you boil it down, religion is all about the penis and the fear of women. The weak-minded have such a fear of life and of their own frailties it's ridiculous, so they project their stupidity on the rest of the world and decide that we need control, especially the women (everything is their fault, of course).

I hate these people.