Can I tell you about god?
So there I was, minding my own business on my way home, when who should step into my path but an overfed evangelist.
God botherer:
Excuse me, can I tell you about god?
Me:
No. I like my intelligence and don’t have time for weak-willed superstitions.
God botherer:
…
I wander off.
For some strange reason I have a desire to go into the local church on Sunday and start shouting out some of the really silly bits from their Bible just to rub them up the wrong way and get on their nerves.