Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian...


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  1. notberlin10 January 2019 at 05:23

    One of my favorite lines from the book so far!

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    1. Kevin10 January 2019 at 08:56

      Same here, though I can say that about practically every line!

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  2. Bildad's Regret13 January 2019 at 12:42

    One of the most memorable lines in the book, but not the only time he takes aim at Christianity.

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