does it involve castration, and shaving your head bald? is there a comet involved in the religious ideology?
are you basically jesus re-born, and you need to first impregnate everyone's wife's and daughters of fertile age to preserve your seed? are we gonna get surrounded by dept. of firearms and tabacco, and have tanks roll in on our compound, as we vainly try to commit political/ and physical suicide by setting our compound on fire, to make the feds looks like arseholes? is there drinking of poisoned kool-aid involved?
Yes, we need answers! I mean there are cults abound to pledge to, what makes yours specifically so special?
typical, guy starts cult, we've all joined spiritually and some of us pledging $100k through Nigerian paypall and he's buggered off.. speak great leader, speak..
Seventy has passed to the next plane of existence. I am herhis authorised delegate on this world you call Earth. The following are the Cult rules. 1 My word is law. 2 Chicks are to wear La Perla lingerie ONLY at all times, unless engaged in the glorious act of phuquing (pronounced red-hot threesome sex) 3 All chicks are available for me. At all times. 4......ummm... that's pretty much it. Oh yeah, and I want money. I promise to save your immortal soul blah de blah blah and all that stuff too.
The answer to most of the above (not including the suicidal bits) is yes. Yes to beer, chicks, massage oil, and the rest of it. And yes I buggered off, it's what mystical cult leaders do. But I shan't be requiring 70 gold Rolls Royce cars anytime soon. *seventy buggers off again*
this guy is for real.. he's even acting like a cult leader.. and I should know, I've got a boss! he does things like raid the safe and jet off to Paris in the company Rolls, invite the 19 year old intern into his office/relaxation unit for hours on end... yes "on end"..and also fire people if they don't have a life-size rubber doll of Katie Price behind their desk.. ohh how I used to enjoy overtime on the night shift.. smell that rubber baby.. beer please!
That's two so far. Good luck meeting those billion chicks, never mind screwing them all. There are 31,536,000 seconds in a year - so that's one second per chick for thirty years, or ten seconds each for 3 centuries. And no breaks for eating, sleeping, or having a rest of any kind. More cult rules, please.
