Joe the bum was digging through the trash looking for something to eat when he heard somebody say “Hey, son”. He looked around and saw a long stretch limousine. Well, he didn’t know anybody who drove a limo, so he kept about his search.
Somebody: Son, please step over here. I’m in the limo.
Now Joe knew they were calling him. There was no one else on the street. But he felt ashamed to approach such a wealthy person in such a clean white limo, with his dirty rags, shoes talking and body unwashed for weeks.
Somebody: Don’t be shy, son. I have a heart for people like you.
So Joe eased over to the limo and looked in the back window.
Joe: damn, if it ain’t the fucking pope. I mean, excuse my filthy mouth. I don’t know better.
Pope: I give you complete absolution, son. Just say 10 Hail Mary’s and all will be forgiven.
Joe: Hell Mary? Now I know that’s going to get me in trouble with the man upstairs, cussing his mother and shit.
Pope: Add another Hail Mary for that one.
Then the pope reached down into a pocket in his robes and pulled out a huge roll of bills held together by a silver ribbon and began to untie the ribbon.
Pope: I want you to have this.
Joe: Aw no man, you don’t have to do that for me.
Pope: It’s the least I can do to show my heartfelt love for the downtrodden.
Joe: naw, I don’t want to put you out.
Pope: You aren’t putting me out. There’s plenty more where this came from.
Joe: I’ll bet.
Pope: Here, son, take this ribbon and hold your shoe together.
He put the money back in his pocket.
Pope: Home, Rochester!
Somebody: Son, please step over here. I’m in the limo.
Now Joe knew they were calling him. There was no one else on the street. But he felt ashamed to approach such a wealthy person in such a clean white limo, with his dirty rags, shoes talking and body unwashed for weeks.
Somebody: Don’t be shy, son. I have a heart for people like you.
So Joe eased over to the limo and looked in the back window.
Joe: damn, if it ain’t the fucking pope. I mean, excuse my filthy mouth. I don’t know better.
Pope: I give you complete absolution, son. Just say 10 Hail Mary’s and all will be forgiven.
Joe: Hell Mary? Now I know that’s going to get me in trouble with the man upstairs, cussing his mother and shit.
Pope: Add another Hail Mary for that one.
Then the pope reached down into a pocket in his robes and pulled out a huge roll of bills held together by a silver ribbon and began to untie the ribbon.
Pope: I want you to have this.
Joe: Aw no man, you don’t have to do that for me.
Pope: It’s the least I can do to show my heartfelt love for the downtrodden.
Joe: naw, I don’t want to put you out.
Pope: You aren’t putting me out. There’s plenty more where this came from.
Joe: I’ll bet.
Pope: Here, son, take this ribbon and hold your shoe together.
He put the money back in his pocket.
Pope: Home, Rochester!
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.