Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Last Supper (for a little while)

If we didn't have the colours pink and blue...
We wouldn't know who owned what toothbrush.

I wish all women were psychiatrists.
You can be honest with your psychiatrist.
I could easily say, "I find you very attractive" to a psychiatrist.
Then she could frankly explain how I'm not her type.

So, it's pancake day.
For those of you who are satanists or Mormons, it's a Christian thing.
You see, Jesus went into the dessert for 40 days and 40 nights.
And on the eve of his departure he realized he still had a box of Bisquick in the cupboard
(the cupboards, of course, he made himself).
Before he served the stacks to his disciples, Jesus filled them with nails and bits of yarn.
Because Jesus loved a practical joke.
Especially those that involved spoiling food.
He could always whip up more.
That's why he and his buddies were always chilling at the beach with baskets of fish.

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