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the pope, goober grape and i...



I had a weird dream about the recently-deceased Pope last night. I blame all the news coverage, of course.

But in my dream, I was sitting at my elementary school lunch table with the Pope and his assistant (aka mainly a guy in whose ear the Pope whispered to make proclamations and stuff). I guess they were my lunch buddies. I don't know.

I just remember sitting there and watching the Pope's assistant make his boss a PB&J sandwich. But not just any PB&J. No. A PB&J made with that crap-ass Goober Grape swirl stuff.

"Would you like a Goober Grape sandwich," the assistant asked me as he intently spread that crap all over the Pope's multigrain bread.

"No thanks. I have my Spaghetti O's," I said politely.

The Pope cringed and bent over to whisper in his assistant's ear. The assistant then looked at me and said, "But those who follow Jesus eat Goober Grape."

I sighed. I looked at the Pope, looked at the Goober Grape and then back at the Pope again.

"Then I guess I quit Jesus."

I got up from the table and left.
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Posted by Blogger ERL on 1:26 PM

yo. that is the funniest thing EVER!!  



Posted by Anonymous Krissy on 9:06 PM

Best. Story. EVER! Please make that some sort of flashback in one of your teleplays. It'd be amazing.  



Posted by Anonymous Anonymous on 7:57 PM

Once I played 2moons, I did not know how to get strong, someone told me that you must have 2moons dil. He gave me some 2moons gold, he said that I could buy 2moons dil, but I did not have money, then I played it all my spare time. From then on, I got some 2moon dil, if I did not continue to play it, I can sell cheap 2moons gold to anyone who want.  



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