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I was right
As usual. Much like the Good Lord and Shepherd, Jesus, fringey lurks from somewhere in the penumbra of this internet civilization, watching us, waiting for the right moment for the acopalyptic return. Is anyone down for hatching some kind of Spanky plan? He inspires her.
btw, my dad has developed a very peculiare habit. True story. There is this house in a certain part of Connecticut that is really the mother of all Christmas time prole light shows and plastic shit in the frontyard at Xmas. on its roof are two lit up callings for our lord and savior. One says Stop Here Santa (is Santa supposed to be Jesus? I never quite understood this) with an arrow pointing at the chimney. The other says "Happy BIrthday Jesus". Anyway, every year my sister busts out her camcorder video of this display and as a result, I have taken to wishing Jesus a happyu bithday on Christmas after every glass of veuve that my BIL's father pours (Christmas is so fun! I am so glad my sister wed a gentile).
Now, it hasnt been Xmas in like ten months and I have seen my dad subsequent to Jesus's last birthday and never heard his new little habit. But now he goes around thanking Jesus all the time. Like, he got a new directorship and when he told us he thanked Jesus. He also said "Thank you, Jesus" when he opened up a tasty wine. When my critter took a large poop, my dad thanked Jesus. Not in a praise the lord, kinda way, but if you can picture say Chuck Shumer doing it, you kinda get the idea. Its really funny bc my BIL (the gentile) goes around saying "Dianyu, Dianyu (sp?) in much the same way, after countless retellings of my sister's college graduation event where some yenta from long island (A True JAP, bnb) kept saying "Dianyu, Dianyu", which was utterly inappropriate to say the least.
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