Will you look at these towels? Every one of them has your face all over it. Are you wearing makeup?
Naughty, naughty boy!
Again, what’s with all the wailing and gnashing of teeth?
Oh, so you think you know everything do you?
What’s this talk of rebuilding the temple in three days, that would take a miracle.
A donkey! You rode into town on a donkey! What makes you think you can just ride around on any old donkey your friends find? You couldn’t just walk? And what was that fuss with the palm branches?
A crown of what? Wouldn’t that hurt?
OY! I’ve got a multitude of folks coming over for dinner. Any ideas what to serve Jesus?
Wow! This is the most fun I’m had with blasphemy all week! 
Next week, lightning bolt relays!
“Yeah, baby, give it to me! Faster, faster! Harder, harder! Now pull it out and cum on my tits!”
BCS stands for (illegitimate child) + (crowing rooster) + (Tootsie Pops)
Oh, man! I didn’t mean to post that here! Delete that please!
Dude, you’re getting a Hell!
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All you blasphemers who have been enjoying this thread would probably enjoy a book I read recently. Lamb by Christopher Moore. You’re all going to hell anyways, so you might as well have a few laughs along the way.
You’ve been acting hinky since last night’s party. What’s eating you?
“No matter how hard I scrub I can’t get this ghostly image out of your sheets.”
[sub]Which I see now is the same joke photopat made several hours ago[/sub]
Christ Almighty, do I ever have to take a dump.
Okay so you are Messiah, shaman and rabbi does that make you too good to take the garbage out?
All that feasting and celebrating pretty soon you’re going to look like Caesar and we all know how fat he is!
You’re a chip off the old block
“Jesus Christ! You really get on my nerves sometimes.”
He’s not the messiah. He’s a very naughty boy.
“Jesus H. Christ!..wait…what does the H. stand for?”
“What’s this wine into water business I keep hearing about? Why can’t you get a real job? Almost 33 years old and still living at home. Why can’t you just find a nice girl and settle down? Give me some grandkids to enjoy.”
“Oh sure, have a nice big supper for you and 12 of your closest friends but don’t invite your own mother…”
What kind of job is that for a nice Jewish boy?
If you’re stranded on the road, maybe ask some Roman soldiers if they’ll put you up.