I met the Messiah in, of all places, a psychiatry ward that I was "working" in. To be perfectly frank, I was somewhat disappointed. I expected someone a little spunkier. He was quite overweight and he smelt like unwashed flesh. He collected snippets of people's hair in an old baked bean can. He also chained smoked. I didn't tell him I was disappointed for fear he would smote me. He took to calling me Mary and asked me on a date.
I couldn't fathom what he was doing there, I suggested that there may be other places that would be a more appropriate hang out for JC. He was happy were he was for the time being, but assured me the end was nigh and it was time to repent.
Tell me about any dead historical figures you may have come across in your travels. Were they all they were cracked up to be, or did they leave you thinking 'Meh'?
― Anna. (Anna.), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 13:40 (nineteen years ago)
He gave me a Bible. I sold it a short time later. I got a pretty lousy price for it, especially when you consider who gave it to me - but Bibles are a drug on the market, as they used to say, so I suppose I was lucky to get anything for it.
― Aimless (Aimless), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:56 (nineteen years ago)
― M. White (Miguelito), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 17:17 (nineteen years ago)
― MSW (MSW), Tuesday, 30 August 2005 16:36 (nineteen years ago)
― M. White (Miguelito), Tuesday, 30 August 2005 19:14 (nineteen years ago)
― Geoffrey Judge ( Ivor Feltersnatch), Wednesday, 31 August 2005 07:54 (nineteen years ago)
― Glumdalclitch, Tuesday, 6 September 2005 02:02 (nineteen years ago)
(Stay out of this, Zen.)
Ok.
― Zen Clown, Tuesday, 6 September 2005 07:49 (nineteen years ago)
― MSW (MSW), Tuesday, 6 September 2005 17:45 (nineteen years ago)
― Zen Clown, Tuesday, 6 September 2005 18:47 (nineteen years ago)