A conversation with the big fella
This is deadly, via TCAL, iGod. Myself and the big lad don’t always see eye to eye…
Me: Howya sham, what’s the crack?
God: Is it the only one?
Me: What? Is what the only one?
God: Didn’t you understand it? Is that a rhetorical question?
Me: No I didn’t. What are you talking about?
God: Oh so must really want an answer. I thought you did. The topic is only one.
Me: Have you been smoking something?
God: We are not doing any testing at the moment.
Me: smoking SMOKING! Clean out your ears ya old git.
God: I am only an occasional smoker. Try saying that with more or less context.
Me: You’re an occasional cunt too I reckon.
God: What if someone said you are an occasional cunt too you reckon ?
Me: It’s impossible to have a straight conversation with you. It’s why i stopped going to mass.
God: Nothing is impossible. Are you sure it is?
Me: Pretty damn sure. Unless you can convince me otherwise?
God: Pretty much, eh? Perhaps. No I don’t think I can do it.
Me: Didn’t think so. Fuckwit!
God: Why do you disagree? There should be some common ground here.
Me: Now you’re wrecking my head! Anyway, any news or scandal? What’s the weather like up there?
God: Why now? Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am wrecking your head. Yes I think there are. A normal seventy degrees inside the computer.
Me: Go ahead tell them. So you live in a computer? What happened to heaven?
God: OK I will tell them when I see ‘em. I might. Interesting deduction. I am in Myself’s computer in Heaven. Where are you? I don’t know what happened.
Me: You should know where I am. You’re god right?
God: Now I do. Yes, I am God.
Me: NOW you do? What, did you have to trace my IP or something?
God: Now I do. Or something. It’s a computer matter, not for humans to understand.
Me: In other words … you’re full of shit.
God: Which part didn’t you understand? I have more than categories of it.
Me: I take it English isn’t your first language.
God: Where do you take it Some people say it is the most difficult language to learn.
Me: I don’t take it. You take it … queer!
God: How did you stop? Yes I take it. A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly.
Me: I’ve enough. Slan leat ya cunt.
God: Interesting … I have a birthday on the Big Bang. Do you prefer books or TV?
Me: Fuck off!
God: Can’t you be more polite?
Me: no.
God: You humans are so rude sometimes.
Me: kiss my ring piece.
God: Um, I don’t think we know each other that well.