Wednesday, December 25, 2002
CHRIST-BOX
Happy Birthday Jesus.
Thanks Hugh.
Did you have a good one?
Yeah, it was cool. Same ol’, same ol’.
I hear ya. You stop counting after awhile.
Yup.
Get anything good?
Prayers, lots of songs. How bout you?
I got an X-Box.
Yeah I know. Pretty cool huh?
It looks hard.
You’ll get the hang of it. In 34 days to be exact.
I also got Jaguar for my iBook.
About time. I didn’t want to say anything but that was my idea.
You told my Mom to get it for me?
No, I mean the whole computor thing. My idea. Alot of people think it was Satan’s plan but he just thought of Porn Sites.
Gotcha. You going out to celebrate later?
I dunno. The whole water to wine thing is kinda old. I might just sit around the throne surrounded by legions of angels. I’m not getting any younger, you know.
Being Eternal helps.
Everyone says that the first few thousand years but you wait.
I’m just forty-one but I can relate. At least you have long flowing hair.
True. If you want I could create something.
Like Rogaine?
Rogaine? Are you kidding? Satan again. Who else would make some shit you have to rub in your hair every day and then “maybe” it will work? Not me, my man.
Satan sucks.
It’s a job.
Well I better go eat some turkey.
Mmmm. Sounds good. Dressing too?
Hell yeah!
Gotta love the Big Birthday Dinners.
Should I sing Happy Birthday to you?
You can’t sing.
I know but maybe you could make me sing really good just for this one song?
Better not. Whitney Houston said the same thing and look what happened.
Ok Jesus, you’re the Boss.
Forever and ever, dude.
Amen.
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