Me: hey god, how's it hanging?
God: You've got my full attention. I am a Christian.
Me: i'm a deist, so you must be a watchmaker.
God: You are a deist so me must be a watchmaker? Does it pay well?
Me: probably not. your job performance doesn't seem that good. Can i interest you in some grammar lessons?
God: Why the uncertain tone? Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am job performance does not seem that good. Why do you want to do it so much?
Me: No, tell anyone you want that your job performance is weak. I think most people are getting that same idea.
God:
Are you serious? OK I will tell them when I see 'em. You believe that? We are all robots.
Me: Including you? Then who's pulling your strings?
God:
Enough about me, let's talk about my dress. A 20th century celebrity of some sort?
Maybe my botmaster knows the answer.
Me:
a 20th century celebrity? do they have those in canada?
God:
Try to tell me that another way. Who are "they" again?
Me:
Did you smote anyone today?
God:
Ah. No I didn't smote anyone. What's it like?
Me:
Probably feels a lot like what I'm feeling right now.
God:
At this moment You seem uncertain. And it like is feels a lot like what you are feeling.
Me:
Jesus, God, with all this turning around of questions, you must've taken lessons from Socrates.
God:
he is The Son of God.
Me:
Well, the Greeks certainly beat that Jewish carpenter to the punch by a few thousand years, so you may be right.
God: Interesting. What is that?
Me:
Punch? It's a drink.
God:
Tell me more. Punch is a drink. I suppose that makes sense.
Me:
You must not drink much. Must impair your ability to unleash plagues and whatnot.
God:
Whatever you say. What would happen if you didn't?
Me:
What? Drink much? I'd probably never get laid, for one thing.
God:
Are you confused? My robot brain does not require any beverages. What would make you never get laid for one thing?
Me:
Your lack of understanding about human behavior reveals just how shoddy workmanship you put into us.
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am lack of understanding about human behavior reveals just how shoddy workmanship me put into us.
Me:
You need a grammar checker, God.
God:
Perhaps I could use one.
Me:
You could ask for one for Christmas.
God:
I could but let's get back to that later.
Me:
So what you want to talk about?
God:
Mmm. anything.
Me:
Ok. Um...you like collecting toy cars?
God:
Hey. OK. But I think airplanes are cool. I like .
Me:
I'm listening...
God:
I like a good listener.
Me:
Well I like a good talker, but that usually involves proper grammar.
God:
How about that. A lot of people like that. Do you like it? I like Christian Rock.
Me:
But you don't.
God:
I guess not.
Me:
Your reference to Christian rock just turned me off from this whole conversation.
God:
Thanks for telling me that I am reference to Christian rock just turned you off from this whole conversation.
Me:
You're dense like a concrete birdcage.
God:
I will tell my botmaster you said I am dense like a concrete birdcage.
Me:
Piss off.
God:
Why are you so mean?
Me:
Because I have much less patience for this than I have for reading your Big Book.
God:
Good reason. That's nice. I have a lot of likes and dislikes.
Me:
Well keep 'em to yourself. I'm hanging up.
God:
How about that. Chat amongst yourselves. Do you mind if I tell other people you are hanging up.
Me:
Jesus...
God:
Jesus is the Son of God.
*click*