don’t practice your alliteration on me!
Man: I wish those bloody bells would stop.
Wife: Oh, it’s quite nice dear, it’s Sunday, it’s the church.
M: What about us atheists? Why should we ‘ave to listen to that sectarian turmoil?
W: You’re a lapsed atheist, dear.
M: The principle’s the same. The Mohmedans don’t come ’round here wavin’ bells at us! We don’t get Buddhists playing bagpipes in our bathroom! Or Hindus harmonizing in the hall! The Shintus don’t come here shattering sheet glass in the shithouse, shouting slogans-
W: All right, don’t practice your alliteration on me.
M: Anyway, when I membership card and blazer badge back from the League of Agnostics, I shall urge the executive to lodge a protest against that religious racket! Pass the butter knife!
Wife: Oh, it’s quite nice dear, it’s Sunday, it’s the church.
M: What about us atheists? Why should we ‘ave to listen to that sectarian turmoil?
W: You’re a lapsed atheist, dear.
M: The principle’s the same. The Mohmedans don’t come ’round here wavin’ bells at us! We don’t get Buddhists playing bagpipes in our bathroom! Or Hindus harmonizing in the hall! The Shintus don’t come here shattering sheet glass in the shithouse, shouting slogans-
W: All right, don’t practice your alliteration on me.
M: Anyway, when I membership card and blazer badge back from the League of Agnostics, I shall urge the executive to lodge a protest against that religious racket! Pass the butter knife!