Fans of Mojo Nixon already know that Elvis is everywhere…no surprise that Jesus is ubiquitous, too.
Congratulations, sir! You’ve just justified my $7 in full.
Oddly enough, I always see the Flying Spaghetti Monster in my pasta.
I’m sure this must mean something…
Towel Jesus looks more like Edward Everett Horton to me.
I like how the woman plans to keep the towel “in her prayer room.” Which she evidently had set up already, just in case something of this sort might happen, I guess. I get the feeling that, sooner or later, this woman was going to find an image of Jesus on something, dammit.
I-i-i-i dunno.
Could be Gibran*.
OTOH, it could also be Albran.
I get those two mixed up sometimes…
*or the Wizard of Oz.
The ferret thinks you’re just jealous.
I looked at the towel; I saw a face – a thin, weathered face clean of facial hair, with blank hollow eyes and lips twisted into a lopsided grimace.
So yeah, Willem Dafoe played Jesus once, but I don’t think that Lucy or her towel saw “The Last Temptation of Christ.”
She ascended on Christmas Eve as best I remember. I wonder if her photo is still up in the Hillsboro Village Post Office. Her disappearance really eats at me.
Zeldar and I both heard a neighborhood dog talking yesterday afternoon. First it was barking and then it said something and we both laughed out loud. Actually, it was singing. I recognized the song at the time, but I’ve forgotten what it was now. Maybe it’ll come to me.
Maybe it was Spirit in the Sky. 
Yup, that’s what I saw too. Third station of the cross, Jesus falls the first time.
What I don’t get is why I, non-Christian, see that but Mrs Lopez only sees crying Jesus with a black eye 
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CMC+fnord!
Yeah well I’ve got an image of the Invisible Pink Unicorn burned into my living room wall. Of course you can’t see it, but it’s there. Tickets still available.
Actually, I’d say Edward Everett Tanner (a.k.a. Patrick Dennis), actually…
Reliquary-makers need jobs, too, and people aren’t lining up around the block to see genuine scrapings from St. Cletus’ avulsed colon.
Luckily for the pious, the True Cross was approximately 900,000 lbs and made from the wood of no fewer than six dozen varieties of tree. People were tough back then.
I need to use that in a poem.
Well, yeah. What’s your point?
I see London
I see France
I see Jesus
in your soiled underpants.
I always heard tell Jesus was a big man in his day–now we have proof!
(not quite getting his Carrie impression, though–this Jesus man must be deep).
Seeing the Flying Spaghetti Monster in pasta is soooo mundane. Are you sure you’ve never seen it in say a gumball machine or the tools and hardware section of Home Depot? That’d make a believer outta me.
Yeah, it is, but I think the dog is just talking out of its ass, personally.
A quick google search leads me to believe that nun bun was stolen and reappeared in Seattle. At least she wasn’t eaten by godless pagans. I remember going to see her at Bongo Java after school when she was still named after Mother Theresa. I cant believe Mama T actually got into the press to voice her disappointment of being a bun. I would love to be a bun!
I would like to see this bun. If I see with my own eyes, it must be true.
I can’t decide whether this is Jesus or South Carolina:
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