I was thinking of opening a barbeque restaurant called
“The Four Horsemen.” The food would come in four
gradations of spiciness, with the fourth category being
extra super spicy hot! When you take a bite, you’ll
start crying, hyperventilating, writhing around on the
floor, and speaking in tongues. Yeeouch! Praise the
Lord! I can feel the heat!
Gee, I hope Jesus isn’t mad at me for being
lighthearted about this. I hope he’s laughing but I
don’t really know because he’s so standoffish towards
me. He never whispers sweetly in my ear or
shepherds me all over the place like he supposedly
does with others. I actually feel kind of shunned by
him. Isn’t there some kind of magic lamp I can rub
and have him pop out to answer my prayers?
I assume he will NOT be wearing a turban.
Professor Poetry Hound
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