I hadn't blogged for awhile--over a week, until my last book review. I think I can pinpoint my blog-block as having something to do with this image. See what I'm talking about? Lots of other people blogged it. With humor. With disbelief--maybe even unbelief. But snap. Through and by the power of Christ, there are people who not only have stopped touching themselves, but have decided to say they aren't touching themselves now, while totally admitting they really did. They are wearing it on their chests. They used to touch themselves. Repeatedly. Probably. And now they don't, thank you very much. And you know what you can do? Think about it. A lot.
That's.
I mean.
Wow.
That's hot.
I still do, so, no shirt for me. But really, the shirts almost shut this atheist up, so, um, witness.
But if you are X: (Fornicator, masturbator? Ex-atheist? Bueller?) This could be for you.
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