I used to work in media...
...and it was a pretty piss poor job, what with being stuck with crappy reporting jobs in one-horse towns where the horse itself had bolted and the like. I had a hot girlfriend and a dog that would piss everywhere no matter how hard I tried to train it otherwise. This was all God's fault as far as I was concerned.

Next thing I know, I meet the man himself (squeaky bum time!) and, get this, he actually gets me to do his job, so I can get a taste of omnipotence and all the responsibilities it entails.

Had a laugh, got to do stuff I wanted and made sure things went my way for the most part but, in the end, it all proved too much and I just wanted to get back to normality.

God exists solely to screw around with us. Don't trust the Man!

Love,
Bruce Nolan
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:36, 2 replies)

jim carrey's character had no imagination in that film
i'd have done things very differently. probably wrecked the planet though.
( monstrinho do biscoito teeeshurts = www.nogunarmy.com, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:42, closed)

agreed
the fun that could be had smiting chavs with festering boils or launching a plague of frogs onto the french (oh the irony!). amateur!
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:47, closed)