Well not all the time, just when I hang out with my friends at bars too late which is about every other weekend lately. I live in Vegas, a union journeyman sheet metal worker, stagehand and play lead guitar in a band. You might say the religious right hates my guts (or wants to "save" me). I like mostly rock music, everything from Chuck Berry to the Beatles to NOFX to Slayer. I'm a bleeding heart humanitarian extreme left liberal as far as politics goes so you've been warned. I love a good dirty joke or intellectually stimulating conversation so you don't have to worry about offending me either way. I'm looking for more friends to further separate myself from the religious nut jobs who annoy and try to oppress the shit out of me. Hit me up if you want to chat it up a bit.
Ok -- welcome to the site!
I like your honesty and frankness. Welcome to the site.
I prefer a full bodied brown ale myself.
Mmmm, Newcastle? I've been drinking a lot of Sierra Nevada lately.
Newcastle is good, but my staple is Michelobe Amber Bach, and Guinnes for special occasions, like Saturnalia.
Hahahaha yes, that Roman holiday around December 25th. So what do plan on buying Caesar this year? I like Guinness but it makes me feel full really fast. It's like drinking a milkshake, your stomach just goes "holy shit what was that?"
Cool! Which trade?
The cool thing about being atheist …and drunk is:
No matter how shit-faced one gets, no matter how incoherent their mutterings -> We still make more sense than Pat Robertson, et al.
No-one here will try to "Save" you, Robert! Welcome come some good conversation. I don't know how good we are at dirty jokes, but I have an inkling you're about to find out. Welcome to Atheist Nexus!
I do have one thing to my advantage about the whole "saving souls" thing: I have red hair. So when they tell me they want to save me I tell them "Don't you know? There's nothing here to save. Gingers don't have souls! Are you an idiot?" So far I've only had one try to argue with me.
A Sunday School teacher of preschoolers told her students that she wanted each of them to have learned one fact about Jesus by the next Sunday. The following week she asked each child in turn what he or she had learned.
Susie said, "He was born in a manger."
Bobby said, "He threw the money changers out of the temple."
Little Johnny said, "He has a red pickup truck but he doesn't know how to drive it."
Curious, the teacher asked, "And where did you learn that, Johnny?"
"From my Daddy," said Johnny. "Yesterday we were driving down the highway, and this red pickup truck pulled out in front of us and Daddy yelled at him, Jesus Christ! Why don't you learn how to drive?"