By now we all know that Jesus is constantly involved in the minutia of our lives*, whether we are french-kissing a child,
or even trying to uncover the location of the gold we hid before escaping the Allied invasion of the Fatherland.
But guess what? According to the latest issue of Playboy in Portugal, we now know that He is even there for us as we display our proud, firm breasts to passing motorists in some broken-down Medieval Mediterranean hellhole.
*We know no such thing.
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