I met god
in the pub a couple of weeks ago, He'd been hitting the slammers with vengeance, then went onto the Guiness and black. The drunken old bastard then fell over on the way to the bogs, hurt his ankle, and couldn't get up for a few minutes. It was at that time he shat His pants, and made a barely conscious decision to head off for a kebab. I saw him hobbling down the street trying to keep the weight off one side whilst trying to pull His shit stained trousers away from his fetid arse.
It then that it finally occurred to me - God walks in mysterious ways
( social hand grenade I was a lurker before you were a lurker, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 12:50, Reply)