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My mother wants me to stop playing music at home (outside of earphones and headphones) because she's afraid demons might haunt our house.
This is one of those times when being a skeptic really does make some things around you seem absolutely hilarious.
Demons haunt due to music? Hmmm...perhaps I should warn my father about those Metallica albums he has.
My mother wants me to stop playing music at home (outside of earphones and headphones) because she's afraid demons might haunt our house.
This is one of those times when being a skeptic really does make some things around you seem absolutely hilarious.
Demons haunt due to music? Hmmm...perhaps I should warn my father about those Metallica albums he has.
Some of us don't keep track of the Quatloo count.Sunstone's frubal count jumped by 291 last nite.
Weird.
Weirder still...that I noticed it.
My mom gave me the same crap. If she knew that I've played Marilyn Manson in her home, she'd probably blame various things going wrong in the house on that.My mother wants me to stop playing music at home (outside of earphones and headphones) because she's afraid demons might haunt our house.
This is one of those times when being a skeptic really does make some things around you seem absolutely hilarious.
Going back a few posts to evil - such an attractive topic. This is so wrong on so many levels:
My mom was so bad that absolutely no rap was allowed, period (she even threw a ***** fit over Linkin Park - their earlier stuff), and she even took many CDs of mine based on nothing more than what the picture on them was.This parents having a fit over music thing I find funny.
That sounds like my ex's mom. Her favorite bands are Godsmack and Nine Inch Nails, and her favorite NIN song is Terrible Lie. The first time I met her was nothing like what I thought it would be like, in a very good way.You've not seen anything until you walk in on your short little 60-something mother in her kitchen bopping around making dinner to Nine Inch Nails blasting through the house.