*sigh*
So, I come home from my night out with Mary (if she calls asking for me, by the way, you haven't seen me) to find a message from Jesus on my answering machine.
"Hello Father, as you know, it's my Birthday in 15 days time and I was just wondering if you had any plans? I've been talking to Gabriel and he suggest we have the party at his place this year. You know he has that big garden? I just wanted to give you a call to make sure you didn't have anything else on, no... 'surprises' planned, or anything, heh...
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Ahem... yes, well... you're obviously not in at the moment, so I'll call you back later, or... you could call me back when you get this message?? Love you, father. Bye."
Fuck. Would you believe that I forgot? Now I'll have to buy the little shit a present. I wonder if Lucifer is available this Christmas, there's no way I'll be able to stomach Jesus and Gabriel this year. How depressing. Or... alternatively... I could invite him up here. Would love to see the look on Jesus' face when Satan walked through the door.
Which reminds me. Must remember to buy film for camera.
"Hello Father, as you know, it's my Birthday in 15 days time and I was just wondering if you had any plans? I've been talking to Gabriel and he suggest we have the party at his place this year. You know he has that big garden? I just wanted to give you a call to make sure you didn't have anything else on, no... 'surprises' planned, or anything, heh...
...
Ahem... yes, well... you're obviously not in at the moment, so I'll call you back later, or... you could call me back when you get this message?? Love you, father. Bye."
Fuck. Would you believe that I forgot? Now I'll have to buy the little shit a present. I wonder if Lucifer is available this Christmas, there's no way I'll be able to stomach Jesus and Gabriel this year. How depressing. Or... alternatively... I could invite him up here. Would love to see the look on Jesus' face when Satan walked through the door.
Which reminds me. Must remember to buy film for camera.