Thursday, May 1, 2008

God's Sneeze


God: Ah…. Ah… ACHOO!!

DB1: You bless you.

God: Thanks. Oh crap, I got hott/douche all over you. Sorry about that.

DB1: It’s okay. You’re God.

God: That’s true. I am God. Hope you don’t have too big a cleanup ahead of you.

DB1: Nah. I’ll just mock the scrote from a safe distance while drooling on the boobies.

God: It’s what I would do.

DB1: While I have you, God, explain to me the significance of the Ubiquitous Red Cup. Is it a clue to the higher mysteries of the universe? The key to unlocking the wrongness of hott/choad cohabitation?

God: It is everything. And it is nothing. And tribal tatts smell like poo.

DB1: Exactly. Thank you, God.

God: No problem. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have sixteen DJs hanging from my nose and need to go get a douchewipe.

DB1: Of course. I understand. Later, God.

And… scene.

# posted by douchebag1

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