It's Friday night (or rather Saturday morning...)...I'm on a Booze Cruise destined for an early morning arrival at Port Nostalgia...and-



In one hand you've got a bunch of poker-faced, cookie-cut scientists who can't understand the concept that "hearing God" doesn't require the use of the audible senses. In the other hand you've got a growing number of bandwagon, born again "Christians" who can't understand the practicality of a fossil.

And somewhere in the middle you've got the motherfuckers who just impregnate everyone, fueling either's population. Life is just....untouchable.