I’m sad to report that Jesus doesn’t fare well as a dishwasher, either. Apparently, boiling holy water melts ceramics.
Is that the one that turned wine into water?
Would you be able to buy Jesus at Sears?–that’s where my neighbor got her air conditioner.
I can see the bumper sticker now:
I found Jesus . . . . at Sears (the holier side of Sears, to be exact)
Sears for air conditioners? That’s just wrong.
My house has Central Jesus.
Buddha ain’t gonna do nothing for you in the summer. Look how fat he is! He’s gonna stay inside, drink a beer and crank up the Jesus to keep cool. Which is just as well - who wants a fat guy around who wears no shirts or pants in the summer? I bet he’d be a good barbecue chef, though. Fat guys always are.
Rats. I just realized that this is one of those jokes with staying power. If I hadn’t read all of them, I’d probably be OK, but nope: From now on, whenever I hear someone mention air conditioning (which happens mighty often in Memphis in summertime, which lasts from Memorial Day until approximately Thanksgiving), I’m going to mentally replace “air conditioning” with “Jesus.”
It’s going to be hilarious, no doubt, but it’s going to last for a long, long time.
I just got home from work, and for the first time in weeks, it’s cool enough outside that the Jesus has shut off.
My van’s air-jesus hasn’t been working to good lately.
Do you think it’s related to all the smiting I’ve been doing?