The Gun Counter

When I found out one of my nephews was dyslexic I was quite tempted to get him a puppy with a collar with its name, dog, spelled backward on the collar. Let the blasphemy begin.
God has messed the rug again.
Have you found god?
God destroyed my homework.
Beware the god.
Don't forget to feed the god.
Our neighbor claims god got his dog pregnant.
We took god to the vet and had him fixed.

Now, now, toad. Dyslexics are teople poo!

My dyslexic nephew writes a nice letter to Satan every Christmas. My other dyslexic nephew is a bit older, more agnostic, and suffers from occasional bouts of insomnia: he sometimes lies awake wondering if there is a dog.

At least they've never tried to commit suicide by throwing themselves behind a bus!

First Shirt wrote:At least they've never tried to commit suicide by throwing themselves behind a bus!

Yeah, but they might make the swim team for the Rio Olympics.

Name your dog Allah, and feed him lots of bacon.