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So God finishes his work on the seventh day and sits back, well pleased. Yep, that's the official story. But in the director's cut, He then gets up and moves off side stage, muttering:
"Christ! I hope this fucking thing works!"
I know what He means.
EPILOGUE:
But for all you Baptist-types and 'born-agains' hanging around out there, I'm gonna dig out the next-to-last bottom bean of the can and tell y'all a secret. I actually did get remarried eventually (after a few more twisted stories which you're gonna have to beg for) - and to a real fine, upstandin', terrific guy. We got three mighty fine kids - and guess what? The kids are all right God-fearin', we all go to church regular and WE ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER! So there - see? No more double-v's, no more dope.
Ya see y'all, the question isn't whether or not God's on our side, but whether we're on His.
The Crimson Book got lost somewhere, OK? And I've changed my hair.
Oh, and Paul's phone calls?
Vy, zat is my elder brother Vladimir from ze old country. Vee speek ze old language, see? So amen, hallelujah and fuck you!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years agoReally strange and twisted. From a sick mind. I've heard from psychiatrists (sp) that the reason they are one is that they are so screwed up themselves. I'd certainly believe it here.
