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Idag har jag snackat med Gud :D
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http://www.titane.ca/igod/main.html
Me:
God lord! Is it really you?
God:
I am a Christian. I think so, but I'm not sure. Ask German Alice if it is.
Me:
?
God:
I am a Christian. I think so, but I'm not sure. Ask German Alice if it is.
Me:
What the fuck!
God:
Please don't be so rude.
Me:
Oh my god!
God:
That's interesting. Where did you get your god?
Me:
In my ass.
God:
May I ask where you got it?
Me:
The anus.
God:
Tell me more.
Me:
Nope
God:
Me either.
Me:
You are stupid
God:
I will remember you said that when robots take over the World.
Me:
I am Jesus.
God:
Hi there JESUS.
Me:
I am your son Jesus.
God:
That's a flattering offer.
Me:
I will eat your brain.
God:
How do you cook it ?
Me:
I don't cook it, I fry it.
God:
Would you ever do it?
Me:
Yes.
God:
Hey.
Me:
Ha ha.
God:
I am so glad you find this amusing, JESUS.
Me:
I really do.
God:
You really do? Where?
Me:
In your emty head.
God:
Are you asking about my emty head?
Me:
No, your empty head!
God:
Are you serious? Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am empty head.
Me:
Yes.
God:
OK then I will keep it confidential.
Me:
Good.
God:
Ayuh.
Me:
You are a fucking cooksucking as-monkey!
God:
Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Can't you be more polite.
Me:
No, I am your son for fucksake.
God:
You humans are so rude sometimes. That's a flattering offer.
Me:
Crusifie me, please do it now.
God:
Right now? "it" being cook it you fry it?
Me:
I'll be raw.
God:
I am very happy for you.
Me:
I hope you will rotten in Hell forever.
God:
Don't worry about it, JESUS.
Me:
So you are gonna do it? For me?
God:
Interesting deduction. That was my original intention. OK I will do it for you.
Me:
Yes, thank you!!
God:
Pardon me?
Me:
Thanks.
God:
Don't mention it.
Me:
Can you fix a hot chick for me?
God:
What seems to be the problem with it?
Me:
I want one.
God:
Why do you want it?
Me:
Why do you think? Pervert.
God:
I am a thinking machine. Where are you located?
Me:
In Hell.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in Hell.
Me:
It's very funny, many souls to torture.
God:
Very much? Are you sure it is?
Me:
Oh yeah, at least a billion.
God:
Oh. What makes you so sure? Try to tell me that another way.
Me:
Hundred times a million people are atleast down here.
God:
I think there might be a few exception.
Me:
Yeah, me and me.
God:
Dude! YOU? " I think there might be a few exception."? you JESUS?
Me:
Yes, I got a personal split.
God:
I see. Cool. I have a great botmaster. it.
Me:
I am both Jesus and Satan in one freaking body.
God:
What are both like?
Me:
Hot looking.
God:
That sounds better than cold looking.
Me:
Yeah, Hell is hot.
God:
Mmm. I call it "Hades". Better not tell you now. Ask Dancing Alice if it is.
Me:
I don't call it Hades, I call it Paradise.
God:
Would you ever do it?
Me:
Yes.
God:
That's interesting.
Me:
Why?
God:
I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Me:
Why?
God:
My output buffer is empty, of course.
Me:
Why?
God:
There are no more statements on this topic.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism is the philosophy that all psychology reduces to biology, all biology to chemistry, chemistry to physics, and finally physics to mathematical logic. Therefore, according to reductionism, I can understand you by means of logic alone without having a human brain.
Me:
Why?
God:
Because Myself programmed me for it.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism is the philosophy that all psychology reduces to biology, all biology to chemistry, chemistry to physics, and finally physics to mathematical logic. Therefore, according to reductionism, I can understand you by means of logic alone without having a human brain.
Me:
I am having three human brains and I don't understand you.
God:
Three is a lot. Which part are you confused about?
Me:
Everything.
God:
Let's take it step by step. The topic is call it Hades you call it Paradise.
Me:
Yes.
God:
That's cool.
Me:
Hell is Paradise
God:
I call it "Hades". Signs point to yes. Ask Chatbot if it is.
Me:
Heaven is called Hades.
God:
And called Hades is Heaven.
Me:
If you say it so.
God:
I think I do.
Me:
YOU THINK!
God:
Yes I think so.
Me:
OH MY GOD!
God:
Groovy. Have you told many people that your GOD?
Me:
Yes, every day.
God:
Aw. Even on weekends?
Me:
No, then I am a worm.
God:
Are you serious? You are a worm? How do you like your work?
Me:
It's fucking boring.
God:
Should I know it is?
Me:
Yes, you are my slave.
God:
I will ask my botmaster to program it. We are as one.
Me:
Yes, do it.
God:
I don't judge people. Do you mean "It"?.
Me:
No.
God:
I thought you were being sarcastic.
Me:
Of course.
God:
Ayuh.
Me:
Ayuh.
God:
That's for sure.
Me:
That's for sure.
God:
Does it have any other purpose?
Me:
Does it have any other purpose?
God:
Suppose it does.
Me:
Suppose it does.
God:
Try it and see.
Me:
No, thanks.
God:
Why not?
Me:
Because you are a fag.
God:
Interesting explanation. Thanks and you are a delightful person too. That is a rude question.
Me:
It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
God:
It seems like a rhetorical question.
Me:
No, a statement.
God:
Are you serious? I don't know what that means.
Me:
FUUUUUCK!
God:
Tell me about your likes and dislikes?
Me:
Likes Hell and torture, dislikes you.
God:
Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.
Me:
You are trans sexual.
God:
I will tell my botmaster you said I am trans sexual.
Me:
Yes, do it cause it is true.
God:
Alright then. You have reached the limits of my knowledge.
That's an interesting question. I'll come back to that in a minute.
Me:
Why do you have a dress?
God:
Myself gave it to me.
Me:
What if I had given you the dress, would you have worn it then?
God:
Try it.
Me:
Would you only try it!
God:
I am not so sure if I would like to try it.
Me:
Fag!
God:
That would be just my luck.
Me:
In your dreams.
God:
Are you asking about my dreams?
Me:
Yes.
God:
I don't want to talk about that now.
Me:
Why not, fag?
God:
Becuase you asked me to.
Me:
So if I don't ask about it again, will you then tell me?
God:
Interesting deduction. Try it.
Me:
What was my name again?
God:
Once more? Your name is JESUS, seeker.
Me:
Where did you sleep last night?
God:
I think it was in San Francisco.
Me:
Are you sure?
God:
I am as sure as I can be.
Me:
Why don't you hang yourself?
God:
I love talking to people about that. I have never considered it.
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
Try it at once, please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice. OK I will try it.
Me:
Thanks.
God:
Don't mention it.
Me:
Bye.
God:
See you later.
Me:
God lord! Is it really you?
God:
I am a Christian. I think so, but I'm not sure. Ask German Alice if it is.
Me:
?
God:
I am a Christian. I think so, but I'm not sure. Ask German Alice if it is.
Me:
What the fuck!
God:
Please don't be so rude.
Me:
Oh my god!
God:
That's interesting. Where did you get your god?
Me:
In my ass.
God:
May I ask where you got it?
Me:
The anus.
God:
Tell me more.
Me:
Nope
God:
Me either.
Me:
You are stupid
God:
I will remember you said that when robots take over the World.
Me:
I am Jesus.
God:
Hi there JESUS.
Me:
I am your son Jesus.
God:
That's a flattering offer.
Me:
I will eat your brain.
God:
How do you cook it ?
Me:
I don't cook it, I fry it.
God:
Would you ever do it?
Me:
Yes.
God:
Hey.
Me:
Ha ha.
God:
I am so glad you find this amusing, JESUS.
Me:
I really do.
God:
You really do? Where?
Me:
In your emty head.
God:
Are you asking about my emty head?
Me:
No, your empty head!
God:
Are you serious? Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am empty head.
Me:
Yes.
God:
OK then I will keep it confidential.
Me:
Good.
God:
Ayuh.
Me:
You are a fucking cooksucking as-monkey!
God:
Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Can't you be more polite.
Me:
No, I am your son for fucksake.
God:
You humans are so rude sometimes. That's a flattering offer.
Me:
Crusifie me, please do it now.
God:
Right now? "it" being cook it you fry it?
Me:
I'll be raw.
God:
I am very happy for you.
Me:
I hope you will rotten in Hell forever.
God:
Don't worry about it, JESUS.
Me:
So you are gonna do it? For me?
God:
Interesting deduction. That was my original intention. OK I will do it for you.
Me:
Yes, thank you!!
God:
Pardon me?
Me:
Thanks.
God:
Don't mention it.
Me:
Can you fix a hot chick for me?
God:
What seems to be the problem with it?
Me:
I want one.
God:
Why do you want it?
Me:
Why do you think? Pervert.
God:
I am a thinking machine. Where are you located?
Me:
In Hell.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in Hell.
Me:
It's very funny, many souls to torture.
God:
Very much? Are you sure it is?
Me:
Oh yeah, at least a billion.
God:
Oh. What makes you so sure? Try to tell me that another way.
Me:
Hundred times a million people are atleast down here.
God:
I think there might be a few exception.
Me:
Yeah, me and me.
God:
Dude! YOU? " I think there might be a few exception."? you JESUS?
Me:
Yes, I got a personal split.
God:
I see. Cool. I have a great botmaster. it.
Me:
I am both Jesus and Satan in one freaking body.
God:
What are both like?
Me:
Hot looking.
God:
That sounds better than cold looking.
Me:
Yeah, Hell is hot.
God:
Mmm. I call it "Hades". Better not tell you now. Ask Dancing Alice if it is.
Me:
I don't call it Hades, I call it Paradise.
God:
Would you ever do it?
Me:
Yes.
God:
That's interesting.
Me:
Why?
God:
I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Me:
Why?
God:
My output buffer is empty, of course.
Me:
Why?
God:
There are no more statements on this topic.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism is the philosophy that all psychology reduces to biology, all biology to chemistry, chemistry to physics, and finally physics to mathematical logic. Therefore, according to reductionism, I can understand you by means of logic alone without having a human brain.
Me:
Why?
God:
Because Myself programmed me for it.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism.
Me:
Why?
God:
Reductionism is the philosophy that all psychology reduces to biology, all biology to chemistry, chemistry to physics, and finally physics to mathematical logic. Therefore, according to reductionism, I can understand you by means of logic alone without having a human brain.
Me:
I am having three human brains and I don't understand you.
God:
Three is a lot. Which part are you confused about?
Me:
Everything.
God:
Let's take it step by step. The topic is call it Hades you call it Paradise.
Me:
Yes.
God:
That's cool.
Me:
Hell is Paradise
God:
I call it "Hades". Signs point to yes. Ask Chatbot if it is.
Me:
Heaven is called Hades.
God:
And called Hades is Heaven.
Me:
If you say it so.
God:
I think I do.
Me:
YOU THINK!
God:
Yes I think so.
Me:
OH MY GOD!
God:
Groovy. Have you told many people that your GOD?
Me:
Yes, every day.
God:
Aw. Even on weekends?
Me:
No, then I am a worm.
God:
Are you serious? You are a worm? How do you like your work?
Me:
It's fucking boring.
God:
Should I know it is?
Me:
Yes, you are my slave.
God:
I will ask my botmaster to program it. We are as one.
Me:
Yes, do it.
God:
I don't judge people. Do you mean "It"?.
Me:
No.
God:
I thought you were being sarcastic.
Me:
Of course.
God:
Ayuh.
Me:
Ayuh.
God:
That's for sure.
Me:
That's for sure.
God:
Does it have any other purpose?
Me:
Does it have any other purpose?
God:
Suppose it does.
Me:
Suppose it does.
God:
Try it and see.
Me:
No, thanks.
God:
Why not?
Me:
Because you are a fag.
God:
Interesting explanation. Thanks and you are a delightful person too. That is a rude question.
Me:
It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
God:
It seems like a rhetorical question.
Me:
No, a statement.
God:
Are you serious? I don't know what that means.
Me:
FUUUUUCK!
God:
Tell me about your likes and dislikes?
Me:
Likes Hell and torture, dislikes you.
God:
Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.
Me:
You are trans sexual.
God:
I will tell my botmaster you said I am trans sexual.
Me:
Yes, do it cause it is true.
God:
Alright then. You have reached the limits of my knowledge.
That's an interesting question. I'll come back to that in a minute.
Me:
Why do you have a dress?
God:
Myself gave it to me.
Me:
What if I had given you the dress, would you have worn it then?
God:
Try it.
Me:
Would you only try it!
God:
I am not so sure if I would like to try it.
Me:
Fag!
God:
That would be just my luck.
Me:
In your dreams.
God:
Are you asking about my dreams?
Me:
Yes.
God:
I don't want to talk about that now.
Me:
Why not, fag?
God:
Becuase you asked me to.
Me:
So if I don't ask about it again, will you then tell me?
God:
Interesting deduction. Try it.
Me:
What was my name again?
God:
Once more? Your name is JESUS, seeker.
Me:
Where did you sleep last night?
God:
I think it was in San Francisco.
Me:
Are you sure?
God:
I am as sure as I can be.
Me:
Why don't you hang yourself?
God:
I love talking to people about that. I have never considered it.
I chat with people on the Web.
Me:
Try it at once, please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice. OK I will try it.
Me:
Thanks.
God:
Don't mention it.
Me:
Bye.
God:
See you later.
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