It really just comes down to two things :

1. You believe in god; you are a meat-puppet; you take no responsibility in whatever happens as god created this world, and he prolly got a plan with it.

When you are 6 years old, you sing his songs in glory and pray before meals...like you stuffing yourself truly is a holy act.

When you are 15 you notice all your friends start having sex, try drugs and alcohol, you study the bible, and hope none of them doom their souls to the eternal flames of hell.

When you are 18 you realize your friends are all lost causes, so you join the YMCA or whatever, find more folks like yourself and you go happy-go-lucky to bonfire-camps and the local priest get to touch some teenies. Its all in gods good fun though.

When you are 30 you might still be a virgin, lookin for a decent girl in a world full of wenches and sluts. Sucks to be you.

When you are 50 you are struck by lightning and die a lonely death...it was god's will... the fact that you strapped an antenna to your head had nothing to do with it. Science is wrong.

You are dead. People bury you the proper christian way. 6 feet under, you realize there is no god,there is no heaven, and that you are slowly decomposing, having experienced nothing in life. You slit your wrists in protest to the injustice.

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2. You dont believe in god; you are an individual human-being, whatever happens in your life is up to you and you alone.

When you are 6 years old, you punch the other kid for stealing the swing... MY SWING DAMMNIT !

When you are 15 you start having sex, try drugs and alcohol and become the party-animal, laughin of the dumb christian dude missing out.

When you are 18 the christian kid is gone, you take on school of life to become whatever you wanna be, still having fun with your normal friends.

When you are 30 you got a solid job, a healthy social network, a wife and two kids. You see the christian dude on the streets one day carrying a sign about how the worl is corrupted and satan is coming...you slip him a 5'er and tell him to go buy a burger.

When you are 50 your first grandchildren come to life, you have plenty of stories to tell them because you werent a pissy christian.

When you are 95 you die while having sex with the maid. Viagra rocks. You let yourself cremate and have an indian kid toss your urn over the fence of playboy mansion for a 5'er. You spread out over pretty women and some of them still carry your ashes. You dont go to heaven or hell, because you know that christian dude was a coward who had to believe there was something better.

Well if god created something better, why didnt he just place his most beloved creation there in the first place, suckas ?