Another series. Woo hoo!

My Dinner With Jesus and Satan - 1 by fuzzyman 10-19-02

Okay, let's set the scene. Jesus, Satan and I got together for dinner. Hey, Satan. Hi, guys. Sorry I'm late. I got held up at the seventh gate of Hell. We'd planned an evening of food, drink, and interesting conversation. I'll have the fish. Hot 'n Spicy wings for me! Of course, we had to get past the usual formalities, first. The fish comes with a loaf of bread, right? Hey, these wings are neither hot nor spicy!

My Dinner With Jesus and Satan - 2 by fuzzyman 10-19-02

So, THEN the Holy Spirity said--- Hey, Jesus, would you like one of these Hot 'n Spicy wings? No, thanks. I love 'em, but the tear apart my stomach. Oh, come on... One little wing won't hurt. So tasty, and tangy and spicy! Here, have a taste! Don't tempt me. Who, me?

My Dinner With Jesus and Satan - 3 by fuzzyman 10-19-02

So, any ideas for a topic? How about, "How long is Infinity?" Nah, we could talk about that forever. How about, "The origins of evil?" That would be a short discussion. He did it. Oh, sure. Blame everything on me, just like you always do! If the sandal fits. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

To be continued...

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

Me likes.

Encore! Encore!

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

My Dinner With Jesus and Satan - 4 by fuzzyman 10-20-02

Let's face it. Evil didn't exist before you. Therefore you're to blame. Hey, I didn't make me evil. You-know-who made me that way. And since you, he, and the Holy Spirit are a triune entity--- HEY! Don't you even think of blaming evil on us! Why, I'll-- You'll what? Send me to Hell? Been there, done that. Maybe we'll make it rain in Hell for forty days and forty nights. Oh, THAT'S original.

My Dinner With Jesus and Satan - 5 by fuzzyman 10-20-02

What are you trying to say? I'm saying that you have no new tricks up your sleeve. You must be kidding! I'm a veritable fountain of new ideas. Oh, please. Name one original thing you've done recently. George W. Bush chokes on a pretzel. That was you? I thought that was Allah.

My Dinner With Jesus and Satan - 6 by fuzzyman 10-20-02

You haven't convinced me that God/I created evil. Look, if You/God purport to be the First Cause, then you are, logically, the ultimate cause of everything, including evil. Nonsense. It makes perfect sense. Either you created the Universe (and therefore, evil) or you didn't, and aren't the True God. Which is it? Pat, I'd like to buy a vowel. A-ha!

To be continued...

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.