"Where the fuck have you been all night?" I demanded to know, as the wife walked in this morning.
"Well me and a few girls from work went out for a couple of drinks when we finished. One drink led to another, then we went clubbing." She explained. "By the end of the night it was just me and Julie left. I was absolutely hammered and I crashed at hers."
"Oh, that's ok then. I said, relieved.
"Not really." She replied. "The car's fucked and I owe her a fence."
So apparently many Christians are in an uproar over the movie Noah, claiming they made too much of the plot up. Apparently the fictitious movie about a fictitious story from a fictitious book wasn't historically accurate.
I see the Pope let two 11-year-old boys ride in the Pope-mobile with him.
Somehow, I doubt that's the kind of publicity the Vatican is looking for
Mohammed. A revered religious icon, never to be mocked.
So how come you're banned from painting a respectful picture of him, but you are encouraged to name your under-age grooming, unprotected raping, knife-wielding mugging, drug-taking cunt of a kid, after him?