thread Depends who you ask really, but it generally falls into two camps.
Either there is an all powerful being, and therefore the point is to glorify God, or there isn't, in which case the point is to reproduce.

So either your purpose is simply to raise your children to a point of self sustenance or everything you do should be to the glory of God.
permalink Bollocks to both, actually.
I'm quite happy as an atheist who has never felt the desire or indeed the need to reproduce.
permalink your purpose is to ponce about in restaurants
not so sure about the sweaty gym selfies though.
permalink Proof to an old mate
that she's right about gyms.

I shall, however be poncing about in a restaurant tonight.
permalink In leisure wear
one hopes
permalink Yes*
*No.

Nice restaurant though, very nice indeed. Mommi, the Latin American/Japanese place I was banging on about the other day.
permalink Do you have to do jazz hands
whilst saying the name?
permalink It's compulsory.
permalink ^ this
permalink Then answer the question,
what is the fucking point?
permalink sausages
.
permalink This is the closest anyone has come
I fear.
permalink Strive to survive
causing the least suffering possible
permalink Enjoy your brief time in this universe
Whilst trying not to be too much of a dick about it?

That's pretty much it, really
permalink This..
permalink That only works
if you are enjoying it though.
permalink Well, there was an implied "try to"
before all that
permalink And the addendum to this already extensive philosophical manifesto
would be that you won't always enjoy it, and you won't always manage not to be a dick. Try not to sweat it, that's just life. Touch my bum.
permalink I shall not touch your bum.
I do try, it just hurts too much.
permalink Well, if you're not going to follow the sage advice
of the Cheeky Girls, I really don't know what I can say...

and how do you know my bum hurts? I mean, my glutes are a little sore, lots of running up hills, but still. Most presumptuous!
permalink It was the massive weeping wound,
and its associated festering, which gave it away.
permalink When every day is a ball of white pain
it is very hard to think that any God would want me to put up with this pointless trial.
permalink he likes a laugh as much as the next person/omnipotent being