You can say what you like. Just don't step on God's blue suede shoes.
Blasphemy my ass. If your gods and disciples and prophets and nutbag religious cretins weren't such total pricks, they'd be able to withstand a bit of fucking criticism. (Cue the blasphemous cartoons.)
What next? No more priest jokes?
Guinness, please. (And you better make it to go.)