| These are the conversations that I have. In these dialogs I discuss life, death and the chewy chewy parts in between. I fear the intolerant and moisten the unbeliveing. These are the rules. If you don't like them, well, frankly, I can change. |
| Number 1: God ( 23/09/2004) |
Me: Hello, God?
God: Hmm, sorry, I'm just washing my hands ...
Me: No problem, I can wait.
God: Thanks, this oil is a bitch to get off your beard.
Me: Try mineral spirts, or turps.
God: Yeh, I suppose. Just the smell tends to stay with you all day.
Me: Nothing worse than that!
God: Tusk. I swear I created something that will do the job, but I'll be arsed if I can remember what.
Me: It happens. I forgot my keys the other day. What was it .. chemical, mineral, animal ...
God: Animal I think. It was round with a small tail. And it was great for removing oil.
Me: Hedgehog?
God: Na, I don't think so. Bit spikey. Aadvark, no, oh .. I can't think of it. It'll come to me
Me: Probably when you least expect it too.
God: Yeh, in the shower or something. So anyway, what did you want?
Me: Oh, I wondering if you had the area code for Nova Scotia.
God: What long distance or local?
Me: Just the local code.
God: Well, when I created it I did it as 902, but, y'know, it may have changed.
Me: Thats ok, it sounds right. I can check the yellow pages if that doesn't work.
God: Cool ....
Me: Ok, well, better head on. Thanks God.
God: No problemo! |
| Verdict: God is forgetful and sometimes vengeful.God may not be aware of current roaming charges. 8/10 |
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