Those of you who wake up every morning and drink a glass of haterade?

Question

What if you were kidnapped from your home and dropped off on a desserted island with the religious group you've been talking so much crap about on here?



Oh, and they knew what you'd said.


What would you do? There's NO possible means of escape!

I was attempting to be cute *I failed :(* by using the term "Haterade" It's supposed to be like "Gaterade" that's filled with hate. Yeah, I know.....I'm lame :).

Answer 1

First.... haterade was clever and it drew me to your question...

If I were trapped on an island with the people I've talked about on here... we'd have a party anyway!

Answer 2

Ballad: The Yarn of the "Nancy Bell"
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'TWAS on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.

His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:


"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."

And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:

"Oh, elderly man, it's little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
And I'll eat my hand if I understand
However you can be

"At once a cook, and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."

Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen larn,
And having got rid of a thumping quid,
He spun this painful yarn:

"'Twas in the good ship NANCY BELL
That we sailed to the Indian Sea,
And there on a reef we come to grief,
Which has often occurred to me.

"And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned
(There was seventy-seven o' soul),
And only ten of the NANCY'S men
Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.

"There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig.

"For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,
Till a-hungry we did feel,
So we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot
The captain for our meal.

"The next lot fell to the NANCY'S mate,
And a delicate dish he made;
Then our appetite with the midshipmite
We seven survivors stayed.

"And then we murdered the bo'sun tight,
And he much resembled pig;
Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
On the crew of the captain's gig.

"Then only the cook and me was left,
And the delicate question, 'Which
Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose,
And we argued it out as sich.

"For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
And the cook he worshipped me;
But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed
In the other chap's hold, you see.

"'I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says TOM;
'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be, —
'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I;
And 'Exactly so,' quoth he.

"Says he, 'Dear JAMES, to murder me
Were a foolish thing to do,
For don't you see that you can't cook me,
While I can — and will — cook you!'

"So he boils the water, and takes the salt
And the pepper in portions true
(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot.
And some sage and parsley too.

"'Come here,' says he, with a proper pride,
Which his smiling features tell,
''T will soothing be if I let you see
How extremely nice you'll smell.'


"And he stirred it round and round and round,
And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
In the scum of the boiling broth.

"And I eat that cook in a week or less,
And — as I eating be
The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see!

* * * * *

"And I never larf, and I never smile,
And I never lark nor play,
But sit and croak, and a single joke
I have - which is to say:

"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig!'"


| W. S. Gilbert |

Answer 3

Does Haterade come in different flavors?

Answer 4

If I was Christian, I would slap them all on the head and scream "BE HEALED!!"

If I were Atheist, I would point behind them and say, "Look, free hugs from Jesus," and knock them all out.

If I was mormon, I would assume that these people were probably all of my kids and send them to their room.

Or I would just go Chuck Norris on all of them no matter what religion I am!!

Answer 5

Oooh thank goodness I don't drink from such bottles... I don't hate anybody, I would love to be stranded on any Island with any religious group (just pls not my own... can't witness?!!!)

Answer 6

If they knew what I've said, they would know that I'm usually respectful until they bullshit me. As long as we respect each other, we'd be fine.


But I'd probably eventually turn them all Atheists after a few years.

Answer 7

I don't drink haterade all at once, I kinda sip it all day.
I am surrounded every day by people who ruthlessly preach their religion at me. I just feel sorry for them. All religions are made up - not real.

Answer 8

Lol! This is an interesting question.

"haterade"
hahaha.
:)

Answer 9

It would be just as unpleasant as being with any group of people who hold beliefs without evidence above rational thought. It'd be a little scary...

even though I haven't talked any crap.

Answer 10

make them a church out of palm leaves and sticks..
or maybe pray to the God they mocked to get them off the Island .lol