I really loved this post. <snip>
And
I really loved
this post.
It's the why I calls ya "baby", baby.
How about a few jokes to pass the time?
Termite walks into a bar...
Ok.
Termite walks into a bar...
"Has anyone seen that louse husband of mine?"
Bartender, scratching head... "Nope."
Termite scowls, leaves.
Louse... "Phew. That was a close one. Nice rug y' know, you can hardly tell."
Thermite walks in...
"I hear someone wants to get bombed tonight?"
Groan, boo, razz...
Thermite slinks out.
Hermit walks in...
"I feel so alone sometimes."
<crickets chirping>
...walks out.
The mitee-est, lord of lords, host of hosts, a man among amen, God walks in (He's obviously been drinking)...
"Ok, so okay, so who doesn't believe in Me then, eh? Who's man enough to man up right now <baarrpp!> and tell Me, right to My face, 'hey, god, I don't... I don't believe in You'?"
Theist, gleefully... "This guy, end of the bar, I heard him talking, he said, 'God's a big fairy tale, why should I believe in Him?'"
God slaloms to the end of the bar... "Is that right, buddy? You don't melieve in be?"
Theist, almost wetting pants... "You tell 'im, God!"
God... "Hey, chuckles, zip it! I'm workin' here."
Theist... "Sorry your almightiness. P-Please forgive me. It won't happen again. I don't know what got into me just now to make me behave like that. Must have been Satan. Yes that's it. I'm possessed. Foul tempter! How can I ever make it up to You, God? Please... anything. I love You with all my heart and live to obey Your every whim."
God... "*****, what is it about Me? Why do I always attract such losers?"
Atheist... "Well, aren't you kinda asking for it with all this blind faith nonsense?"
God... "Faith... nonsense? Listen, half this lot wouldn't know whether to ***** or shine shoes without Me watching their every move. They need Me!"
Theist... "That's right, God. We need You!"
God... "***** off!"
Theist... "Sorry, God. Satan."
God... "Man, All Things Bright And Beautiful there is seriously killing My buzz. Anyone seen My drink?"
Atheist... "Ummm, can I buy you a beer?"
God... "Or twenty, hah! Seriously, Tardenber, pour this god a drink, good sir knight... good night... goo..."
...props elbow, mashes cheek on fist; tv behind bar showing WWE, mixed tag.
God lightens... "Yeah, that's it, get her! Smite that Jezebel!"
Theist... "Give her a sound spanking, the harlot!"
God, at theist... "Put a sock on it, perv!"
Theist, whispering... "sorry, satan."
God... "What a *****ing --" to atheist "-- did you know wrestling is fake?"
Atheist... "So they say."
God... "Imagine that. All those years, fans thought it was real. Real violence. Real blood. Real gore. Then they're told it's fake, and they don't care."
Bartender... "Here's your beer. Coors Lite ok?"
God... "Sure, whatever. *****, Sunday mornings I'd blow any man in here if he dipped it in alcohol, you know what I'm sayin', compadre?"
Theist, tugging on G's sleeve... "Heavenly Father, is that You in Your mysterious way saying You want me to blow...?"
God... "Last warning, ok sweet cheeks?"
Theist... "ahem... sa... tan."
God quaffs almightily, suds in His whiskers rabidly charming... "It's like we were saying earlier, non-believer. Blood. Ketchup. Wine. Who knows these days? Not Me. It's the matrix, you know? God I hated that movie. Keanu Reeves -- I died for his sins? What the hell was I thinking?"
Atheist... "So... what were you thinking, up there on the cross, if it's not too personal?"
Theist leans in.
God... "Oh, the usual. I hope I didn't leave the gas on. Did I cancel the paper? Who's going to water the cacti, feed the cat? But I also thought: 'What if this really isn't happening? What if I'm dreaming this, or you're dreaming this, what if a butterfly in China is dreaming this, am I the wind beneath its wings, and does that wind change the weather forecast halfway round the world the day they pin some poor schmo to a crucifix?' Anyway... Man, I need something to wash down that beer... bart <urp> ender! ... ... ... WTF!
Theist, having grappled onto G's shin like a lovesick chihuahua... "
Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly laugh, when we're out together dancing cheek to calf."
Atheist, rubbing eyes, punchline... "That's it. No more Canadian beer for me."