tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320487196477798591.post2526522715022745347..comments2023-03-28T06:01:31.152-04:00Comments on Confessions of a Buddhist Anarchist: Taking the Hot DogPetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10992185769703872972noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320487196477798591.post-53249254237115616632010-09-17T18:35:58.080-04:002010-09-17T18:35:58.080-04:00If you had stayed a few more years in Wash PA, you...If you had stayed a few more years in Wash PA, you would have met the proseltyzing varsity. I lived in a new housing plan which seemed to attract every soul catcher in sight.Petehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10992185769703872972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320487196477798591.post-62854433371356940912010-09-17T13:31:58.380-04:002010-09-17T13:31:58.380-04:00Curiously, I've never seen any good proselytis...Curiously, I've never seen any good proselytism in action.<br /><br />Here's my favorite discussion about souls:<br /><br />Bart: You shank! How could you tell on me?<br />Milhouse: Well I don't want hungry birds pecking my soul forever.<br />Bart: Soul? Come on, Milhouse, there is no such thing as a soul. It's just something they made up to scare kids, like the bogeyman, or Michael Jackson.<br />Milhouse: But every religion says there's a soul, Bart. Why would they lie? What would they have to gain?<br />[Reverend Lovejoy, in his office, works a change sorting machine]<br />Bart: Well, if your soul is real, where is it?<br />Milhouse: [motions to his chest] It's kind of in here. And when you sneeze, that's your soul trying to escape. Saying "God bless you" crams it back in! [gestures up his nose] And when you die, it squirms out and flies away.<br />Bart: Uh huh. What if you die in a submarine at the bottom of the ocean?<br />Milhouse: Oh, it can swim. It's even got wheels in case you die in the desert and it has to drive to the cemetery.<br />Bart: [sighs] Oh, how can someone with glasses that thick be so stupid? Listen: you don't have a soul, I don't have a soul, there's no such thing as a soul!<br />Milhouse: [smug] Fine. If you're so sure about that, why don't you sell your soul to me?<br />Bart: [pause] How much you got?<br />Milhouse: Five bucks.<br />Bart: Deal. [writes "Bart Simpson's Soul" on a piece of paper]<br />There you go: one soul.<br />Milhouse: [sly] Pleasure doing business with you.<br />Bart: Any time, chum...p.The Snickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04955308151952862764noreply@blogger.com