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	<title>Comments on: One down&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Warren</title>
		<link>http://indigestible.nightwares.com/2007/05/15/one-down/#comment-1250</link>
		<dc:creator>Warren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What'll be funnier is when She returns him to Earth for being a fatuous, worthless tool.

At &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.pamshouseblend.com/showDiary.do?diaryId=1674" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pam's site&lt;/a&gt; one commenter (NancyP) had this to say; I pass it along in toto.

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&lt;strong&gt;Won't he be surprised....&lt;/strong&gt;

when he arrives for his admission interview with God, and finds that Godself has decided to appear as a butch black lesbian in urban men's clothes.*

Falwell: Where's God?

God: Here - and everywhere else.

F: I don't see God.

God: That's YOUR problem. You've got to lighten up a little and appreciate the afterlife - you screwed up down below, biggest pain in the posterior for a whole lot of people. So chill and open your eyes. Don't blame me if you get an ulcer in the afterlife.

F: I don't appreciate joking about this very serious matter!
Now take me straight to The Old Man, NOW!

God: Oh, all right.

(God escorts F to elevator, pushes button gets out with F)

God: Here's The Old Man. (gesturing toward seated impressive-looking old man with white beard)

F: FINALLY! (stalks off in a huff, towards T.O.M. At the same time, God turns and starts walking toward the elevator)

God (shouting over Her shoulder to T.O.M.): Thanks, Nick! See ya later.

Falwell was his own worst enemy while alive. He missed out on meeting a lot of good people and going to a lot of good parties, and for what? The joy of pursing his lips and tsk-tsking at the world. Jesus hung out with all sorts of characters, and even provided the booze once, but Falwell only wished to dine with "the elect". Too bad for him.

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* Am I the only one kinda turned on by that image? — W.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What&#8217;ll be funnier is when She returns him to Earth for being a fatuous, worthless tool.</p>
<p>At <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.pamshouseblend.com/showDiary.do?diaryId=1674" rel="nofollow">Pam&#8217;s site</a> one commenter (NancyP) had this to say; I pass it along in toto.</p>
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<p><strong>Won&#8217;t he be surprised&#8230;.</strong></p>
<p>when he arrives for his admission interview with God, and finds that Godself has decided to appear as a butch black lesbian in urban men&#8217;s clothes.*</p>
<p>Falwell: Where&#8217;s God?</p>
<p>God: Here - and everywhere else.</p>
<p>F: I don&#8217;t see God.</p>
<p>God: That&#8217;s YOUR problem. You&#8217;ve got to lighten up a little and appreciate the afterlife - you screwed up down below, biggest pain in the posterior for a whole lot of people. So chill and open your eyes. Don&#8217;t blame me if you get an ulcer in the afterlife.</p>
<p>F: I don&#8217;t appreciate joking about this very serious matter!<br />
Now take me straight to The Old Man, NOW!</p>
<p>God: Oh, all right.</p>
<p>(God escorts F to elevator, pushes button gets out with F)</p>
<p>God: Here&#8217;s The Old Man. (gesturing toward seated impressive-looking old man with white beard)</p>
<p>F: FINALLY! (stalks off in a huff, towards T.O.M. At the same time, God turns and starts walking toward the elevator)</p>
<p>God (shouting over Her shoulder to T.O.M.): Thanks, Nick! See ya later.</p>
<p>Falwell was his own worst enemy while alive. He missed out on meeting a lot of good people and going to a lot of good parties, and for what? The joy of pursing his lips and tsk-tsking at the world. Jesus hung out with all sorts of characters, and even provided the booze once, but Falwell only wished to dine with &#8220;the elect&#8221;. Too bad for him.</p>
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<p>* Am I the only one kinda turned on by that image? — W.</p>
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		<title>By: thethirdchimpanzee</title>
		<link>http://indigestible.nightwares.com/2007/05/15/one-down/#comment-1249</link>
		<dc:creator>thethirdchimpanzee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 19:29:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>God called him home. 

LOL.

- ttc</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>God called him home. </p>
<p>LOL.</p>
<p>- ttc</p>
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