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Eternal Earth-Bound Pets, USA

You've committed your life to Jesus. You know you're saved. But when the Rapture comes what's to become of your loving pets who are left behind? Eternal Earth-Bound Pets takes that burden off your mind.

We are a group of dedicated animal lovers, and atheists. Each
Eternal Earth-Bound Pet representative is a confirmed atheist, and as such will still be here on Earth after you've received your reward.


Perhaps somewhat sacrilegious (ok, ok...nuke the "somewhat"), but I found this hysterical. I wonder, though, if they've made any money.

Comments

Dromedary Hump said…
Let me answer your question: Yes, we have paying clients.

Yours in reason
Bart, creator EE-BP
Bart@eternal-earthbound-pets.com

aka Dromedary Hump
author of The Atheist Camel Chronicles
Carl said…
Mr. Hump,

Thanks for your reply. This gives me grounds for contemplation.

Best!
Dromedary Hump said…
Carl,

My pleasure..and please... not so formal. Just call me Hump.

regards.

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