3 by Tom Thornton
He was on my couch, the love seat, curled up in a ball sleeping.
"I don't want a bum in my house," said my wife muffeling her anger.
"But he is Jesus, honey" I replied.
"Oh...well Jesus was a bum and still is so get him out of my living room."
"Honey, for only $550.00 he will peform any mirical except for life giving. He charges an individual basis for that one. He said he wo..."
"I don't want to hear it get him out now!"
"OK but Jesus will not be a happy Jew."
With her disaproving look I went to Jesus and said, "Sorry, big guy, but my wife says...oh my god, he is dead."
My wife ran inside the room and started to scream. I grabed the body and threw it in the dumpster down stairs in the parking lot.
Three Days Later...
My friends and I were partying and drinking when my wife ran in.
"That bum is alive," she screamed, " he is standing by the dumpster." she studdered. Me and my eleven friends ran down stairs . The dumpster was open. We ran back upstairs and their he was. Sitting with his divinity, he held up a nacho and said. "Is it ok to eat of this?"
So remember, eat nachos in remembernce of him!
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