Superman versus Jesus, NEW BLOCKBUSTER
October 25th 2008 00:26
An unknown Producer, Jehovah perhaps, has written a blank cheque for Nietzsche to pit his cartoon character Superman against the suprisingly light-skinned Jesus in a NEW BLOCKBUSTER to be shown in time for the latter's birthday.
"It's not my birthday," a confused Jesus, trailer-park trash if ever there was any, told the stripper, later his wife, who jumped on the cake, as the birthday-boy, in his birthday suit, thanked his father and prepared for the fight of his life.
"I do things a bit differently. Instead of saving the world by saving the world, I'm going to save the world by effectively killing myself," the Superhero and wood-worker, told his legions of followers, some of whom helped devise the plot.
"While it's true that I can't fly, run very fast or stop a speeding bullet, I can suffer in my jocks, for nearly a day," Jesus, getting out of his birthday suit, said through his soap-strainer as, like the Sun's rays, he walked on water while someone watered the vineyard and the Sun turned the water into wine and the Sun rose after being betrayed by one of the twelve moons that seems to follow the Sun, as surely as Night follows day as surely as Religion is not the Personification of Nature, as surely as the Sun is the brightest star in the heavens above, and Jesus never shows his face at night.
Superman, a moral code of his own, an inspiration for nerdy journalists everywhere, his jocks on the outside, was, today, relaxing behind his typewriter as the battle, a one-sided affair if ever you saw one, prepares to hot up.
"The only thing that gets me is a piece of my past-life," Superman, secretly a reporter, told Jesus, in no way shape or form another name for the centre of a system of beliefs and in no way paralleled by the solar system, in a fine display of lunacy.
We tried to contact Jesus, through this medium we found on the internet, but instead we got Richard Wagner who offered this: "I want to tell my daughter that John Edwards is a liar. He is. I never talk to him. Also, Hitler was right all along. My old stuff is better than my new stuff."
"It's not my birthday," a confused Jesus, trailer-park trash if ever there was any, told the stripper, later his wife, who jumped on the cake, as the birthday-boy, in his birthday suit, thanked his father and prepared for the fight of his life.
"I do things a bit differently. Instead of saving the world by saving the world, I'm going to save the world by effectively killing myself," the Superhero and wood-worker, told his legions of followers, some of whom helped devise the plot.
"While it's true that I can't fly, run very fast or stop a speeding bullet, I can suffer in my jocks, for nearly a day," Jesus, getting out of his birthday suit, said through his soap-strainer as, like the Sun's rays, he walked on water while someone watered the vineyard and the Sun turned the water into wine and the Sun rose after being betrayed by one of the twelve moons that seems to follow the Sun, as surely as Night follows day as surely as Religion is not the Personification of Nature, as surely as the Sun is the brightest star in the heavens above, and Jesus never shows his face at night.
Superman, a moral code of his own, an inspiration for nerdy journalists everywhere, his jocks on the outside, was, today, relaxing behind his typewriter as the battle, a one-sided affair if ever you saw one, prepares to hot up.
"The only thing that gets me is a piece of my past-life," Superman, secretly a reporter, told Jesus, in no way shape or form another name for the centre of a system of beliefs and in no way paralleled by the solar system, in a fine display of lunacy.
We tried to contact Jesus, through this medium we found on the internet, but instead we got Richard Wagner who offered this: "I want to tell my daughter that John Edwards is a liar. He is. I never talk to him. Also, Hitler was right all along. My old stuff is better than my new stuff."
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Comment by Morgan Bell
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as one of my friends told his Catholic school teacher about complexion "Jesus would have more likely looked like Osama Bin Laden that you or I [caucasians]"
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Really Long Link
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that was the weirdest url EVER!
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Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Comment by Morgan Bell
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not even humans have that ability . . . or maybe thats what racism is all about?
maybe if we were green we would be as intelligent as plants?
thanks for directing me to that article, it made my imagination whir!