Brent looked down on those humans he had created.
His all seeing eye (the left one) could see the whole damn lot of them. He held up one finger, as was His custom when He was a little pissed off. He focused in on a Catholic church in a weird little place called Lower Hutt. Then He turned His attention to a nearby Presbyterian church. Those Presbyterian churches were among His favourites, though He did like those long bearded Jewish guys. He also saw bald men as somehow superior - maybe because they were made more in His own image.
There was a Catholic guy cleaning the Presbyterian church and going through all the cupboards. He looked smug and seemed to be acting a little superior.
Brent thought how His grandgod Zeus would not be impressed. Then Brent thought about a guy who ran a popular bass bagging site but was unfortunately going to Hell. This guy had questioned whether or not Brent had a cock. Brent smiled. "What for?" He thought. Next to Christians not knowing His name and referring to Him as 'God', it didn't seem to matter. He was sure that He'd told someone to make sure that His name was mentioned in The Bible. Those guys He put in charge of The Bible were imbeciles, that was for damn sure!
"Bloody imbeciles!" |
Brent thought for a while. Maybe Richard (of RBB) would be a better messenger for His thoughts?
Right there and then Brent Godfella made the decision to appear regularly on Richard's Bass Bag*.
Thanks be to Brent.
* the original bass bagging site
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Yes, I can see why Bent would be a regular contributor on your blog.
"Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter."
Old African proverb.
“Using esoteric references from unknown sources does not reinforce any arguments.”
Old retired joker’s saying.
Joker? I've had funnier trips to the toilet!
I bet you have!
The Curmudgeon
What? All four of you in the toilet? That would have been funny.
SORRY - FIVE.
That's more accurate.
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