Jesus
offended people, by both the way he acted and the way he smelled. He would dress up like a clown and go to
birthday parties and arm wrestle kids for money. One time he made the mistake of arm wrestling
drunk. He lost to some little girl, so
he had to kill her and her parents and all her little friends so no one would
be able to spread word of his shameful loss to a four-year-old girl.
But
one little boy got away by hiding in the one place Jesus would never look, the
freezer. (Jesus hated cold food.) So
this kid ran as soon as he got the chance.
He ran for several yards until he was caught by one of Jesus’ giant
mousetraps. He stayed there all pinned
and broken until the cops got there.
Then he told everyone that Jesus was the culprit. Then the cops, who were all Irish-Catholic,
beat the kid’s face in for blaspheming.
So
Jesus figured he was in the clear and started doing the robot right there in
the street, while the cops all clapped and cheered. But then out of nowhere, another witness
appeared. It was Jon Lovitz doing his pathological liar character. Everyone had a good laugh and then they barbecued some food, and Jesus turned
some sewer water into tea by adding some tea bags.
Everyone
went home happy except for Jesus, who locked himself out of his apartment. So his options now were either: ninja jump through the window, or use the
spare key under the mat. The choice was
obvious. Once inside, he put a frozen
pizza in the oven and called the window repairman.
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