*Removes cobwebs around blog* Hey guys, yes I know I’ve been MIA. Well let’s say I’m off everything for a while. My brain haff knock. Seeing as I was absent during the week, I’m going to have two guest writers. This one and one tomorrow to make up for it đ
This post you’re about to read is my BEST in Twisted Humor. The PUNch lines are just on point..damn. I had to beg the writer to let me share it here. Pls do not be offended by the content or the length. Its purely emm…twisted humor (lol)
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âI may be the saviour of mankind and all, but today you breathe your last. If you actually breathe that is.â And with that, he took aim, steadied and struck.
Killing the bug on his arm instantly.
It had been a particularly awful day. The heat in these parts was beyond searing. He was hungry and parched. Being without food and water for nearly six weeks could do that to anyone. Son of God or not. Having all these awkward insects and spiky leaves for company didnât exactly help lift those spirits. He swatted again. Today, the bug-fair must be doing a major exhibition because they were certainly out in numbers, he thought.
And to think that this was just the beginning.
âHi.â The Messiah looked up from where he was squatting to see a smiling man.
He was dressed⊠differently. He wore what looked to be at least four articles of clothing: from his waist to his feet, he wore long trousers but the cut was unlike anything heâd seen before. Of similar material was a kind of dress â if he could call it that â that took care of the man from the waist up. This one had two visible buttons. And then there was a very attractive rope around his neckâŠ
Observing Christâs inquiring stare, the man spoke again. The texture of the manâs voice was almost sonorous and quite manly at the same time. But it somehow unnerved Christ as he spoke:
âThe word youâre looking for is âsuit.â My name is Lewis and youâre Chris arenât you?â
âNot Chris, CHRIST. THE Christ. Chris is the overweight kid with glasses clacking away in the background for record purposes.â
âUh.â The Tempter showed his understanding by rolling his eyes toward some nondescript corner of the bushes where he assumed the clacking was taking place.
âSo youâre SURE that youâre Christ?â Lewis inquired again. Jesus could practically taste the sarcasm. This made Him angry.
âDo you have a learning impediment or something? Did I not just say that?!!â
âChill man, chill. No need to get all grumpy on me.â
âOh Iâm sorry,â Christ started, âI forgot that going three score and four days without food or drink actually serves to lighten a manâs mood!â Lewis laughed and shook his head.
âThatâs the thing,â Lewis started, âyou look gaunt and hungry. Iâm looking around at these little rocksâŠâ as he said this, he gestured by opening his hands and vaguely pointing to the ground, ââŠand Iâm thinking: If youâre THE Christ, couldnât you feed yourself adequately by turning a few of them into, say, spaghetti?â
The question hung in the air for a second while Lewis proceeded to stare Christ down. A response wasnât forthcoming.
âArenât you gonna say something?â Lewis offered.
âWhat the heck is spaghetti?!â came the bewildered retort.
âWhat year are we in?â Lewis asked as he looked at some object strapped around his left wrist, âOoh. Iâm coming from 2015. The Italians havenât gone flour crazy here yet, have they? I forget. Okay then. Something more common. Can you turn these into ⊠bread perhaps?â
âUggh. Bread alone isnât enough to sustain anyone.â
âExactly. Thatâs why I suggested spaghetti! You should try it with meatballs andâŠâ
âThatâs not what I meant,â Christ interrupted. âI meant that there is a substance more filling than bread: the word of God.â
âWord of what? Sorry pal. Not my style.â
Christ caught sight of something,suddenly realized who his newest acquaintance really was and immediately went on the offensive: âLewis, youâre Satan, arenât you?â
âHell no!â
ââHELL no?!ââ Christ mocked, âWe were talking about your identity not your address. Donât change the subject. And I am sure youâre the devil.â
The Tempter was keen to hold on to every last shred of anonymity: âHow come?â
The reply was quick: âDude, itâs only 27 AD,â
âYeah?â
âWell youâre wearing Prada!â
âOh my, you must really be Jesus! Or how else could you know that Iâm donning Prada?â
âThe tagâs sticking out, dumbo.â As the Christ said this, he pointed to the cuff end of the Tempterâs left sleeve where a piece of plastic was peeking out. It was quickly yanked out and tossed away. The Tempter straightened up and tried to get on with his actual purpose.
âWell youâre mistaken. Iâm not the devil. Iâm a friend and I came here to cut you a deal. A great deal.â
âWhy would I want to make a deal with you?â
ââCuz weâre family, bro.â As the Tempter said this, he walked towards Christ and put his left arm across the otherâs shoulder. At close quarters, Jesus found Lewisâ scent to be quite unnerving. His stomach voiced His disapproval.
âAnd how are we family?â the Christ inquired. His curiosity evidenced by the angle his eyebrows had curled into.
âWell, weâre both of Jewish descent.â
âReally? Whoâs your daddy?â For some reason, Lewis chuckled audibly, and then answered:
âSame question Hitler asked me a few nights ago. Phew! COMPLETELY different circumstances though.â He rolled his eyes as he muttered: âFreaky bastardâŠâ
âI beg your pardonâŠâ
âOh sorry. Got lost there. My dadâs name is Dong Choo Fa; D. C. Fa for short. Dad made me take his middle and last names.â
Christ broke the mini-embrace to inspect the man by his side and try to get some distance from that awful fragrance. âThatâs a weird name for a Jew,â
âIâm adopted,â was the reply. And before Christ could get another word out, Lewis announced: âI want to show you something,â and snapped his fingersâŠ
At once, they were at another locale. At the top of a cliff. Jesus looked down from where they stood and saw a tiny spot of red on the ground. âWhatâs that bit of red Iâm seeing?â Jesus asked,
âAh⊠let me see.â Lewis stretched his neck to look. âThatâs a small pond. Nothing major.â
âSo no large water bodies beneath us then?â
âNope. If any regular man falls, heâs toast. Well, mangled toast but toast anyway. But youâre not just anybody are you? Youâre Jesus for Christ sakes!â
âDid you just hear yourself???â
âHehe. I know. Iâm on fire with the puns today. But my point is, your daddy has promised to send His trusty angels to catch you in case of a fall. You could actually⊠jump! Or you could follow me. You know, join me in a partnership!â
âYou fool! Youâre asking ME to choose between the Devil and aâŠâ Jesus looked down again then continued, ââŠshallow red pond?!â Jesus blasted, âHow dare you! You shall not tempt the Lord! Never! Itâs not your place to do so, neither is it mine. His will is supreme and you best learn that it stays that way! Are we clear?!â Christ was fuming.
âOkay, okay. Calm down man. Take it easy!â Lewis pleaded. He paused for a second then exclaimed again: âJesus!â
âWhat do you want now?â inquired Christ,
âI wasnât calling you. I was cussing, man.â Instantly Lewis felt the ground tipping under him. He tried to steady himself but was helpless to stop from falling. To his knees at least. Bewildered, he looked at Christ and asked: âWhat was that?â
âOh, didnât you hear?â Jesus deadpanned, âApparently, at the sound of My name, knees tend to bow and stuff. I thought you read the Bible, Lewis?â
âOnly the Old Testament mate. Youâre still trying to live into the new one, remember?â
In the absence of a reply, Lewis now tried to pick himself up. As he did so, music erupted from his breast pocket.
âAnd whatâs that?â
âA telephone,â Lewis answered. âNecessary for communicating across eras.â Lewis now pulled out a small rectangular device from his celebrated Prada suit pocket. The tune was now more audible and Lewis sang along: âSuffer suffer for world (a-men), enjoy for heavenâŠâ
âHow does that work?â Inquired the Messiah.
âI talk from this end, they hear at the other. You know what? Let me put this on speaker to demonstrate. Itâs probably my agent calling about another acquisition.â He now pressed a button and spoke into the device.
âHello. Lou speaking, can I help you?â Lewis began.
âHi,â started the voice on the other end. Jesus could hear the voice quite clearly. âMy name is John. Iâm calling from the Jehovahâs Witness hotline and Iâm concerned about your spiritual life.â
âHeh,â Lewis began, âand what about it?â
âIâd like to know: do you have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ our Lord and saviour?âIt was Lewisâ turn to feel ire:
âI take offence! This lanky guy? Look, I only did Hitler a couple of nights ago cuz he asked nicely, okay? Now could you sod off please?! Heâs totally not my type!â He pressed another button and the device became quiet. But Jesus wasnât. His laughter echoed everywhere.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âWhat do you think?â Jesus had tears in His eyes. Lewis looked at his wrist again.
âHmph. I have a business meeting about now. You might as well tag along.â Again, Lewis snapped his fingers; again, the location was altered. Now, they found themselves on a major, buzzing street. It was nighttime but visibility was perfect.
âI got tricks,â bragged Lewis, âand then some,â he continued. âLook around you,â
As Christ obeyed, his eyes were met by a daunting, glorious sight: rows and rows of buildings. Tall magnificent buildings with the shiniest, most attractive flashing lights you ever saw.
âNeat.â Offered Jesus.
âMore like Vegas, baby!!!â Not altogether astonishingly, Lewis deemed it an appropriate time to put his arm around Jesusâ shoulder. As before, his fragrance tormented the Messiah enough to make His stomach turn.
âYou donât say.â A wincing Jesus croaked.
âAnd all yours to own and to rule forever.â
âReally? And whatâs the catch?â
âWell, nothing major. Just a cursory bow to me and an acknowledgement of my awesomeness. Preferably now. Or a book deal.â He paused then added, âLike the one Iâm about to do now.â
âJust like that? A curtsy? A book deal? Thatâs all?â
âWell, yeah.â
âWell, no. I AM Jesus you know. Besides, we all are supposed to bow to my Dad and my Dad onlyâŠâ the rumbling in his abdomen became worse and Christ doubled over slightly.
âAre you alright there?â Lewis asked.
âIâll be fine as soon as you get away from me.â Christ now found Lewisâ scent completely unbearable.
âOh donât be so mean. Look, here comes my client. Be nice, okay?â Looking into the distance, Christ made out the frame of an approaching woman. Lewis waved her over. Once she was close enough, Christ saw she was very heavily made up. And she wore very revealing clothes. Clearly a lady of easy virtue.
âHello Miss,â Christ greeted.
âHi. I Am Shagger Fierce. And you?â
âJesus.â She was taken aback for a second then shrugged and faced Lewis.
âHey.â Lewis chimed.
âHey.â She replied.
âDo you have my merchandise?â Lewis asked,
âYou have my money?â she countered,
âYes.â
âAlright then, yes I do have your stuff.â She handed Lewis a hardback book. Lewis looked it over, reached into his trousers and produced an envelope.
âCheque?â she asked,
âAlways. Nice doing business! Now hobble away before you get salvation on my watch!â She left hurriedly, trying to pry open the envelope as she went.
âAhâŠâ exhaled Lewis, âAnother satisfied client.â
âWhat was that about?â A bemused but still very uncomfortable Jesus asked.
âBusiness. She sold me exclusive rights to her book.â
âWhat book?â Lewis showed Jesus the front of the hardback. Emblazoned in gold were the words:
MY SOUL
By
Shagger Fierce
âI can already hear her bragging to her friends: âI sold âMy Soulâto Lou!â Isnât that awesome?â Lewis chirped âWhy donât you want to do business bro? Iâm offering everything you can see right now. Everything! Itâs like the best deal ever!â
Then Lewis heard the noise from Jesusâ stomach again. This time, it was louder and Jesus was left clutching his midsection.
âGet thee behind me Satan!â Jesus groaned.
âWhy?â
âBecause I need to find a toilet right now!â
âOoh, canât argue with you there. And if that isnât the true definition of a âHoly crapâ I donât know what is! Look, Iâll be back soon. But here, take my card.â Lewis hurriedly slipped a piece of plastic into Christâs palm. Once he was sure that Jesus had it firmly within His grasp, he turned and peeled away.
Soon, Christ straightened up; the rumbling in His stomach suddenly gone. He read the heading of the card before throwing it away:
âLOU C. FA
Deceiver, Tempter, Snake on a Treeâ
Matthew 4:11; Then the devil leaveth him, and, behold, angels came and ministered unto him.
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1. If you caught the Beyonce reference, itâs not evidence of any views about her beliefs. I just thought it was funny to play on those words.
2. Iâm just catchinâ cruise: If e pain you, too badâŠ