We've been in humor oblivion with you for two days now. The universe is laughing at you, and you just keep on sputtering. Read the thread from the start. Every fiber of your being has been ridiculed mercilessly. And it's all because you take yourself so damned seriously. Dude, you're killing me, but please, don't go away. Fox News was fun for awhile, but it's gotten stale. You are the best.
Hey, I asked the question. I am guessing that now that we have proven beyond scrutiny that I am falling into humorless oblivion, that you will now address the serious nature of the question?
Which is worse on your front lawn, pot smoking grandma, Thunderbird drinking nephew, Carl Sagan, or God telling you not to smoke that tree?
I pick Carl Sagan. He probably stole the Thunderbird, gave your nephew a ride, bought pot from the grandma, and after being totally stoned, filmed a documentary about vast the amount of space that he discovered after God forgot to tell him not to smoke the tree.