|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Oh golly, Lord. I haven't been much of a prayin' man, and not much of a good christian for that matter, but I really could use some help with my daughter Jenna. If only you -- | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| *POOF* ...You rang, dubya? | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Wow. I never pictured God to look like this! Why, you're a downright cute little fella! Heh heh! | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| You could not gaze upon my true form without going insane, so I have appeared in a form that you can more easily handle. Apparently, for you that means I look like a dog on a ball. Go figure. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Well, that's fantastible! So anyway, about Jenna, we caught her drinkin' again! What should I do? | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| It's worse than just drinking. She's currently all stripped down and getting fisted by Ted Kennedy while snorting lines off of Geraldo Rivera's chest. You should've started praying earlier... | |
| | |
|
|
|
