"Christ on a bus!" the man said."Don't you mean Christ on a bike?" I say, hoping to correct this obvious blasphemic error.
"No", he replied, "Christ on a bus! Just like when Christ arrived in Jerusalem on a bus all those years ago."
Another basic error.
Our Lord did not arrive in Jerusalem on a bus. Not did he arrive - as the scriptures worngly assert - on the back of a donkey.
As any fool know, Jesus had impeccable green credentials, and arrived in the Holy City in his 14-seater minibus, which was ideal for himself, his twelve disciples, and, of course, Mary Magdalene for those 'special' duties. Such as cooking, and changing tyres.
Touring the Holy Land, solving mysteries and unmasking evil caretakers who were scaring all the locals away so that they could have the only book shop in Nazareth, He called his bus the In Mysterious Ways Machine.
And He would have got away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling Romans.
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It is so comforting to be reminded of the real meaning of christmas.
I ride a moped, heathens!
However, http://christonabike.co.uk/ is forming soon and has been for about 5 years now!
Turd. Although what I actually got this morning was piss on the door step.
How would it have been in the good old days when a pickup line could have been as simple as 'nice ass'.
I got your turd, Debster. Gifted by my elderly, but oh, so generous Beagle. It's in the post. Between Canada Post and the Royal Mail, you should have it in time for Easter.
That can't be the real Jebus. The real Jebus is too busy making sure the Denver Quarterback wins and wins and wins, because Jebus loves Him some American Football.
Or so Timmy Tebow would have one believe.
I believe I'll go to a Broncos game with a sign that says "Matthew 6:5"
Also - should not that "LOL" speach bubble say "Happy ME-mas"?
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