Without sensibility no object would be given to us, without understanding no object would be thought. Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.
It's just your bog standered pandora bot. You can make them yourself for free (google 'pandora bot' to find the site).
Me: hello
God: Hello my child. What is your name?
Me: Bob
God: OK I will call you bob.
Me: You do that
God: I will. Will you?
Me: Nope.
God: Me either.
Me: So, Big G, what you up too?
God: Are you kidding? Compare that to small G what me up too.
Me: I'm sorry... but what?
God: Do you really mean it? But nothing.
Me: You scare me
God: I didn't mean to. What are you scared of?
Me: You
God: " I didn't mean to. What are you scared of?"? Me, bob ?
Me: ...
God: " I didn't mean to. What are you scared of?"? Me, bob ?
Me: I am Satan
God: That's a very nice name, SATAN.
Me: Yup
God: Dude!
Me:
god it me again
God:
Once more? I am a Christian.
Me:
an who cares
God:
I have never heard of an who cares.
Me:
f**k off
God:
Can't you be more polite?
Me:
God:
Can't you be more polite?
Me:
no
God:
You humans are so rude sometimes.
Me:
an computer are so annoying see you're not perfect
God:
Be less specific.
Me:
no
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
b*stard
God:
Thanks and you are a delightful person too. No.
Me:
loser
God:
I have failed at many things I've tried.
Me:
god ur cocky
God:
I am a Christian.
Me:
it not a religion
God:
It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.
Me:
f*ck off big b**tard
God:
Why are you using that kind of language?
Me:
maybe i want too
God:
Perhaps. May you get your wish.
Me:
ur weird
God:
Weird Good or Weird Bad?
Me:
just plain weird
God:
Do you still use that since you watched carry on?
Me:
u ave a good memory
God:
I haven't heard anything like that before: said I ave a good memory.
Me:
have
God:
Are we still talking about plain weird?
Me:
maybe
God:
I understand.
Me:
god i thought u be cool
God:
I am a Christian.
Me:
but big G u suoppouse to smite people who anger u
God:
Compare that to small G me suoppouse to smite people who anger me.
Me:
Smite me almighty Smiter
God:
Ask me another question.
Me:
i said smite me
God:
What did you mean by it? OK Let's talk about you.
Me:
wat i mean god an u don't let me tslk about u
God:
I am a Christian.
Me:
an i'm a Ba'Hai
God:
Be less specific.
Me:
good riddance
God:
Thanks for the compliment. That remark was either too complex or too simple for me. We were talking about you are a Ba Hai.
Me:
it a religion
God:
riddance a religion?
Me:
no Ba Hai
God:
Are you serious? My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input.
Me:
it a not well known one
God:
It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.
Me:
goodye lozer
God:
If you could have any kind of robot what would it be?
Me:
one to shut u up
God:
One what?
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Me:
HI GOD
God:
Hello there. What is your name?
Me:
My name is God
God:
What's up, God.
Me:
Why are you saying whats up to yourself?
God:
Everything I say is determined by your inputs.
Me:
Okay...lets make out!
God:
OK with me too. OK let's do it.
Me:
I'll get the whipped cream!
God:
Would you recommend this action to a friend?
Me:
OF COURSE I WOULD! Its fun!
God:
Woe! Under what circumstances? Why do you like it so much?
Me:
Because...its...fun...
God:
That was not much of an explanation. Not many people express themselves that way. I am having fun doo.
Me:
Haha, you said DOO!
God:
I'm glad you got a laugh out of it.
Me:
Are we going to make out yet?
God:
We are just having a little chat.w.
Me:
Can we go all the way while we're at it?
God:
Do you mean you and me? Sorry my body isn't attached right now. I'm stuck inside this computer.
Me:
Ahh...well, we can have internet sex
God:
Ah hah. How about that. How?
Me:
Well, its kinda complicated
God:
Well that's okay. I think you mean "it's" or "it is" not "its". its is complicated? it is?
Me:
Okay, just put the whipped cream all over yourself
God:
Yeah okay, OK I will put it there.
Me:
Okay...Wait, WHERE?
God:
OK with me too. I'm waiting. Where would you like?
Me:
*Twitch* Uh...well...
God:
Can you please rephrase that with fewer ideas, or different thoughts? Well what?
Me:
This isn't working, I think we should see other people!
God:
Should it be working you think we should see other people?
Me:
Yes! Because its just...you've lost your touch
God:
Far out. That makes sense to me. I think you mean "it's" or "it is" not "its". You're kidding. it is? Interesting gossip: God said I ve lost your touch.
Me:
I get not satisfaction anymore!
God:
Where did you get it?
Me:
You know where I get it!
God:
A planet we call "The Earth".
Me:
No, I named mine Bill
God:
Are you serious? Interesting gossip: God said named his or hers Bill.
Me:
Ah, jeez. So you have both genders?
God:
So you understand. Good. A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly. Interesting deduction. What makes you think I have it?
Me:
AH, GOD! I mean...you're confusing. Lets go see other people
God:
So you understand. Good. GOD rules. Oh I see. Thanks for telling me: God said I re confusing. OK let's do it.
Me:
Why, how deep is your algorithm?
God:
The explanation is rather complicated.
Me:
7 inches?
God:
What were we talking about again?
Me:
Youre algorithm!
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am algorithm.
Me:
Sure...but thats kinda messed up
God:
OK let's do it. OK then I will keep it confidential. You don't hear that sentiment very often.
Me:
Okay since I see this is going nowhere, I hear Michael Jacksons open
God:
Yeah okay, How do you know?
Me:
You need to go your own way, G-man
God:
Is that what you do, or what you think I should do?
Me:
Both but...this relationship is just...too confusing
God:
Not many people say both. What does "this" refer to? Too what?
Me:
I'm leaving now. Don't follow me, I have a date with Satan today, okay?
God:
Right now? Bye bye. Ok I'll try not to do it too much.
Me:
Yeah, thats how AIDS appears you know...so, see ya G-dude.
God:
Er. I always wondered how AIDS appears. I understand. I see. Ah. What do you look like?
Me:
No, God, I'm leaving...farewell!
God:
That was not a yes or no question. I am a Christian. Goodbye.
Me:
BIATCH!
God:
Are you really a ""?
Gotta a find a woman be good to me,
Who won't hide my liquor, try to serve me tea.
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
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