Well, God happens to be a close personal enemy of mine, as well as a notorious drinking clown, but I've been told that I'm OK as long as I stay way over here with the adults.
The School for the Godly was closed yesterday because all the students were suddenly incinerated without warning. Something involving lightning bolts and a whole bunch of swearing coming in from the distant cosmic background.
Knowing God personally isn't really that great. I once had a pet hamster who was a whole lot more fun, and he fit in my pocket. Didn't stink either.
Have you ever seen God drunk? Not pretty, but there's always a bottomless pitcher on that table, so you might as well sign up for puke patrol if you get too close.
God and me was down by Wally-Mart again last night, checking out the babes. Not as many as there usta-was, mostly gettin' older too, averagein' around 58 I'd guess, and no more young ones comin in — somethin' like MySpace. Could be time for Rupert Murdoch to buy it and put in a Hooters every here and there. Anyway, me and God gotta find somethin' better to do now, assuming I still want to hang out with him. Maybe not. I need a life.
If I had to choose between God and a jar of decent peanut butter, I wouldn't even need to think about it. Peanut butter leaves no guilty residue.
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Me? Started thinking about stinkweed again.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
