No.

No Google hates God. It has too. Google is based on the pursuits of knowledge totally embraced by evil so as a result it cannot embrace what Google sees as competition…God.

“No one gives a shit what you think about God, Google or why whores have a strange smell in a restaurants bathroom, (or lavatory, or rest room, or shitter)”

They don’t? Then why am I writing this? And how do you know whores have a strange smell parasite?

“I Googled it.”

Touche.

“So we’re done over at the other place?”

Yeah. Served a purpose. Satisfied an urge. Time to move onwards and ponder more weird shit. Speaking of shit, what a shaker.

“Yeah. So what. Asteroids, meteors, earthquakes, volcanoes, rabid Democrats, retarded Republicans… Same O same O.”

Gonna dig an electrical line today.

“Hope you hit a fiber optics cable, or better yet a buried gas line and you explode.”

Well, suppose I better get going but first inspired by the herd of bunnies currently prowling outside my window.

***

Bunny Warrior

Written by: A one eyed cripple hawk

During the darkness they gathered by the hundreds. Carrying many banners of many clans.

There was the Hopper clan, blood-thirsty bunnies if there ever was one.

There was the Thumper tribe, faster than lightning and capable of chewing their enemies in half with one bite.

The fuzzy bunnies were there as litter bearers. They were the healers of those falling in battle.

Many many more bunnies gathered to do battle against the snakes. Such sneaky bastards those snakes were. Slithering and gorging on the baby bunnies sleeping in what they thought was a secure home.

What a grand battle last night it was indeed! Snake after snake was torn asunder.

Yes, many brave bunnies passed on to the higher Pastures of God but those surviving were able to see the strewn carcasses of their slain mortal enemies. It was a good scene, a good day, and the bunnies will live on.

*

“That sucks.”

No parasite, it is the truth. You can Google it.