“My God is a super-badass. He can shoot fire out of his fingertips.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God is even more badass than that. He wouldn’t go for that cheap Vegas crap. My God created matches.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God is even more badass than that. My God has wooden matches, and He can make fire even in the rain!”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God makes yours look weak. My God has a Bic, and it always lights on the first strike.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God makes yours look stupid and backwards. My God has a Zippo, and he can just refill it even after your god’s silly Bic has run out.”
That’s really cool.
So, maybe if, say, one day, you’re waiting around in Heaven somewhere, hanging out in the smoking section, you can say, “Hey, God! Let me see that Zippo over here a minute.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God is even more badass than that. He wouldn’t go for that cheap Vegas crap. My God created matches.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God is even more badass than that. My God has wooden matches, and He can make fire even in the rain!”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God makes yours look weak. My God has a Bic, and it always lights on the first strike.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, my God makes yours look stupid and backwards. My God has a Zippo, and he can just refill it even after your god’s silly Bic has run out.”
That’s really cool.
So, maybe if, say, one day, you’re waiting around in Heaven somewhere, hanging out in the smoking section, you can say, “Hey, God! Let me see that Zippo over here a minute.”
2 comments:
Is that the Zipo GOD creation whose focused interests can only extend to watching over children learning how to play with fire and worrying about their fickle faith.
Best wishes
Let there be Light, indeed.
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