george
Feb 20th, 2003, 11:09 PM
From the Diary of Jesus Christ
(undated entry #1)
I saw a talking dog today. I was walking along thinking of funny things, ya know the stupid kind of stuff that helps to pass the time between getting my feet washed by whores before breakfast and the first good BM of the day. So I think, "Man it sure would be funny to hear a dog talk!" and out of nowhere this dog comes running up and starts yelling "Hey Jesus!! How the fuck are ya' buddy? Got any pot"
The damn thing is being so loud, and it pisses me off after awhile. The whole fucking world does not need to hear about me smoking a bit a weed, nor does it care how the fuck I am doing. So for just a split second I slip a little and think about how much I would like to see a dog explode. Sure enough that dog burst into a million bloody hunks that sprayed Peter and Paul so hard that they fell to the ground.
We all got a big laugh over that and Paul was furious that he would have to take a bath. He waddled around in circles and kicked hunks of dead dog all over the place and cut me dirty looks.
After awhile we got to walking again and after a few miles I realized that I had harmed that poor dog for no reason at all. So I miracle his ass alive again. He popped right back together again in the very spot he had been yelling at me from earlier. He reassembled and was still yelling. He scared some old lady so bad she keeled over.
NOTE TO SELF: DO A PARABLE ABOUT THE LAW OF UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES!!!!
(undated entry #1)
I saw a talking dog today. I was walking along thinking of funny things, ya know the stupid kind of stuff that helps to pass the time between getting my feet washed by whores before breakfast and the first good BM of the day. So I think, "Man it sure would be funny to hear a dog talk!" and out of nowhere this dog comes running up and starts yelling "Hey Jesus!! How the fuck are ya' buddy? Got any pot"
The damn thing is being so loud, and it pisses me off after awhile. The whole fucking world does not need to hear about me smoking a bit a weed, nor does it care how the fuck I am doing. So for just a split second I slip a little and think about how much I would like to see a dog explode. Sure enough that dog burst into a million bloody hunks that sprayed Peter and Paul so hard that they fell to the ground.
We all got a big laugh over that and Paul was furious that he would have to take a bath. He waddled around in circles and kicked hunks of dead dog all over the place and cut me dirty looks.
After awhile we got to walking again and after a few miles I realized that I had harmed that poor dog for no reason at all. So I miracle his ass alive again. He popped right back together again in the very spot he had been yelling at me from earlier. He reassembled and was still yelling. He scared some old lady so bad she keeled over.
NOTE TO SELF: DO A PARABLE ABOUT THE LAW OF UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES!!!!