I’m so very happy now!
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[Forrest Gump]
“I didn’t know I was supposed to be looking for him, sir.”
[/Forrest Gump]
But seriously…I was wondering where he’d gotten off to.
I should have known! They’re always behind the couch!!!
My husband made me add the “z z Z Z” part so that it wouldn’t look like the mouldering corpse of Christ was back there. Heh.
Last time he was in the refridgerator next to the remote and a really old bowl of green beans.
I hate that!! Then you have to sprinkle baking soda on him to get the smell out 
“Mouldering corpse of Christ”
I’ve found my newest invective. Thanks, Opal! I’ll try it out tomorrow.
Jesus today… Elvis tomorrow?? Maybe you be better of finding Osama … there is a refund on Osamas at the moment
Damn! I looked between the cushions and everything, but I never thought he could fit back there.
Ya know, the last time I found Jesus, he was eating the last of my chocolate chip cookies (more than a dozen, and big ones), and drinking milk right from the carton! Maybe he hid behind your couch because he had a stomach ache. That’s what my dog does when she eats too much.
Now that you’ve found him, what are you going to do with him?
I say put him in a barcalounger for the next 2000 years and see what happens. Give him the remote, some popcorn and then start a pool on which show he becomes hooked on. I vote the “Simpsons” but am leaning toward “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”.
I can see Jesus as a Jeopardy lover. And he might like the medical shows–you know, professional interest, seeing how somebody else heals people. And I know he’d be a Letterman fan, not Leno, not in a million years. Jesus has class.
I see him kicking back with a bag of Cheetos and watching Cartoon Network, myself.
This reminds me of an Easter egg hunt 20 years ago. Although that poor chicken embryo was a mouldering corpse.
(We had farm fresh chickens from a neighbor down the road, not the sterile store kind.)
The last time I found Jesus, he was inside a cake.
I found him under my bed. He was trying to find my Star Wars Insider Back Issues.
I remember that and you said, “Jesus Christ, who ate my cookies and drank my milk!”
Humm, and I always thought it was a question. Now I find out it was a statement of fact.
Once I found Jesus under the fridge. Took me forever to clean the fuzz out of his beard, hair, robes…
Hmmmm…I see a bumper sticker in all of this:
WWJH (Where would Jesus hide?)
Whew! I thought for a minute this was a thread about a fundie alternative to the “Where’s Waldo?” books.