When I exited the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxers, a tee-shirt that had an EC comics logo and a pair of sandals that I had not yet bothered removing (It had been a sunny day). I had a moment where I thought I resembled how a more contemporary Jesus Christ would look.
I even felt more spiritually aware at that moment; like a load had been lessened.
A pair of sandals and some naked legs will do that for you (Note: you need to see well above the knee, so remove your cargo shorts or other type of clothing for proper effect)
Sic faciunt omnes
2 comments:
back in the day, when I still had hair ( & a whole lot of it, too ), I used to get mistaken for Jesus, all the time.
true story. I was in this pub ( the Penny Farthing, in Islington ), and it was empty except for me and this one woman, and I was putting some tunes on the jukebox, and the woman sez to me, in an Irish accent, " You look like Jesus." and I sez, without looking at her, " yeah, I get that a lot. " and she sez, " He died for us. " and I turn to smile at her and say something witty, and she takes out one of her eyes and holds it up so it's looking right at me! at which point, I scream like a little girl, and the barman pisses himself laughing.
That's better than my blog post...
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