The Beloved Ex had long flowing hair much like the Europeanized Jesus. When we still worked at the bookstore, he went as The Lord one Halloween — crown of thorns, toga, sandals — and, of course, a nametag that read The Lord. The persnickety assistant manager stopped us when we set up a table for Him to autograph Bibles.
Oh man...
ReplyDeleteWhere did you find that?
Let's just traumatize the little ones, shall we?
ReplyDeleteThe Beloved Ex had long flowing hair much like the Europeanized Jesus. When we still worked at the bookstore, he went as The Lord one Halloween — crown of thorns, toga, sandals — and, of course, a nametag that read The Lord. The persnickety assistant manager stopped us when we set up a table for Him to autograph Bibles.
ReplyDeleteWait, I thought Jesus was the lead singer in the Doobie Brothers?
ReplyDeleteTheology is so confusing.
Look at those massive kitchen knives they let those other kids play with! Plus they probably lived long enough to lose theirs too.
ReplyDeleteThey probably argued over who got to be Jesus:
ReplyDeleteI want to be Jesus.
No thorny head, I get to be Jesus.
Why? You stink like incense!
Because your mommy sucks that donkey's dick!
Your dad can't even aford to buy Myrrrhh.
Uh huh.
Nuh uh...
Uh huh!
Nuh uh... infinity!
Holy inappropriate!
ReplyDeleteHoly crap! Whoa. I am silenced.
ReplyDeleteBubs-I forgot where I found it. Sorry.
ReplyDeletemnmom-Oh that's nothing compared to the other shit they do to them around here.
Beth-That is too damn funny.
MWB-Jesus will also cut your lawn.
Barb-Baby Jesus loves his cutlery.
GKL-Good one.
Missy-Yep.
Fran-That's all it took? Wow.