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Yeah, I figured it to be *that* Annie, but... whats she got to do with being a martyr and barstools?

Your comment:

Thankfully the goddess protects us by making sure tomorrow never comes

Annie's thoughts on tomorrow:

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
A way!

Looks like a place for a schism to me.
And since I'm sure you would be able to take a 10 year old orphan in a fight I'd guess she would be the primary martyr for the side that splits.

That made absolutely no sense, even for a discordian.

I don't know who failed in this case, as you might actually be saying complete tripe and in that case, you fail. But then I probably just missed the lulz, and in that case, I fail.

In anycase, I don't want to know the answer.

You think that's bad, you should see the sad looks of confusion on the faces of my non-Discordian friends when I say something that ends up being uproariously funny only to me.

The only thing discordians fear are sentient barstools attacking us tomorrow.

Thankfully the goddess protects us by making sure tomorrow never comes.

You are just begging for a schism and Annie to be it's first martyr.

Who do you suppose would win in a fight, a Dalek or a Grue?

What's sad is that such jokes as these are almost incomprehensible, these days.

That's exactly why I love making them.

It also make me appreciate things like MC Frontalot's song It Is Pitch Dark.

There are vampires down the hall, slayers to the left, blood junkies straight ahea, zombies to the right, Daleks at the base of the stairs, and Panzermensch stomping outside this abandoned police station.

Should we just simply smoke some of the evidence locker and pray that the end comes quickly and permanently?

Just hand tight until The Doctor comes, then it'll all be good, maybe.

Who do you suppose would win in a fight, a Dalek or a Grue?

Hulk

Boot

Stump

Pythagoras

How about cheesecake then?

Being a semisolid mass cotnained in a crust, I'd call it a pie exploring different facets of confectionary identity. 
It's relative, they Key Lime pie, is a good example of this assertion.

-R

Is there a confectionery specific version of General Relativity Theory then?

Does your pie taste better as you approach the speed of light because it has more mass, or will it just go to you thighs quicker?

How about cheesecake then?

While I voted pie I am curious if big gay Jell-O fits into the discussion anyplace.

how about that what do you think the correct formula of energy is?

forget it energie =a mixture of ying and yang
energy is one the one side you put energy into it and other the other side you chill


if you want to be successful in dating ugly girls you gotta flash them you gotta scare them they gotta scream i don't know with what and then you gotta relax

every girl that is fascinated by you or your intelligence and somehow weird looking guy is going to come if you wait on that

what

Well, if you put energy in one side and get chill out the other this person is clearly talking about air conditioners.

To the OP:
Are you trying to sell us air conditioners?

The plot being, basically, the protagonist finding all of this out while on the run from Evil Antichrist Nuns and eventually trying to kill the pope.  Naturally, "evidence" of this horrible truth will be found along the way.

Will the nuns be lesbian nuns?

Wait, you mean judgeing people by the color of their skin is a bad thing?

How come no one ever tells me this shit?

You should only ever judge other people by the color of your skin.

IE. If you meet someone and you skin starts to turn blue it's best to assume that bastard is using up all you oxygen.