I don’t think so… I had a grease fire break out on my stove a couple days ago, and the flames coming out of the pan burned my entire forearm arm pretty good up to the elbow… seared all the hair off it and burned like a bitch for several hours. Not only did it not blister, but it barely hurt by the next morning.
Personally, I am vulnerable to holy water.
Aggravated assalt with intent to shrivel?
Fortunately for any religious fanatics who’d like to dry me up on their driveways, with Lawry’s Salt I’ve built up an immunity over many years.
If you could use salt as an atheist liposuction technique, I’d be very tempted to turn atheist for a few minutes. I wonder how long it would take? Could I substitute lots of doubt? Does it work faster on long-term atheists?
If it just did what salt does to slugs, that would be gross. They turn inside out or something.
Huh. It would be like a Star Trek transporter accident.
Maybe they were told that salt destroys slugs and mis-heard it as salt destroys the smug. Then they naturally assumed that it would work on vocal atheists.
The only practical application of salt towards atheists, of course, is that it makes them really thirsty. And when they’re drinking a glass of water, they shut up for a second and don’t insist on reminding you how smart they are because they don’t believe in “magical sky pixies.”
Except for the ventriloquist atheists. They’re the most dangerous of them all.
I don’t fear salt. In fact I add it to the rim of my glass for margaritas!
Does this mean I should cease my quest for yet saltier potato chips? Or wait until the final results on the ‘atheist liposuction’ research come in?
lights another candle at the altar of Eve
As though it were an insult or something?
Don’t ask me to explain it; they keep calling me queer like it’s an insult, too!
That’s very odd. 
Is it acceptable to worship an atheist? 
Can I get a ruling please.
It’s not so much worship as awe. The woman can write, and her puns are stupifying.
No, no, no. Everyone knows that our greatest weakness is Atheite, the radioactive element that is all that remains of our long destroyed homeworld. Different colors of Atheite have different effects. Green saps our super powers away, while the rarer red Atheite turns us into Christians for twenty-four hours.
But not Arbyque sauce. Arbyque sauce is of the Devil, and it only makes us stronger! Mwah-ha-ha!
According to some people, it is. But I won’t let people call me anything else, so they’ll have to deal with it.
Truly, numeracy is dead.
Among other things.
Since I’m a former atheist, I take pity on these folks. No salt shaker for me. I throw Mrs. Dash on 'em. It doesn’t hurt, and it makes them smell like garlic, which keeps the vampires away.
Thank you for making my day.
Yes, which is why invented Viagra. Can’t very well keep the women-folk disappointed because of a serving of fries.