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We are stardust .
Buddism teaches that everything including us will be recycled . If you're conscious of it , make the most of it .
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Atheist Buddism
Just another cult sect in the Atheist religion. All Atheist Buddist followers, believe Budda was an Atheist, even though he believe in Gods. As a plus they contradict buddism and swear and insult Islam.
Dickhead: I am an Atheist buddist!
Soulman: Well you are a dick head...that's for sure simon!
Dickhead: I am a CNCRoadKill!
Soulman: (Eats the soul of Dickhead) Go be ignorant in my shit simon! Atheist buddism is just as pathetic as Atheism!
Soulman: Well you are a dick head...that's for sure simon!
Dickhead: I am a CNCRoadKill!
Soulman: (Eats the soul of Dickhead) Go be ignorant in my shit simon! Atheist buddism is just as pathetic as Atheism!
Atheist Buddism by Pseudnym_unknown2 December 24, 2009
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)