Me, I figure an itinerant preacherTM roaming the Middle East 2,000 years ago would smell worse than most Deadwood denizens of 130 years ago.
But maybe that's just me.
The fine GodTM-fearin' folks at His EssenceTM are counting on Jesus'TM odor to induce the faithful to render unto them GodTM-fearin' folks some of that coin of the realm we all lust after. They're sellin' the Scent 'o JesusTM. And believers are buyin' it up. 210 stores in 27 states will sell you the Scent 'o JesusTM. I hope the Easter BunnyTM brings me the Scent o' JesusTM in my EasterTM basket.
Hey! Maybe they can put the Scent o' JesusTM in one a them car air fresheners that hang from your rear-view mirror. It could be a cutout of Touchdown JesusTM like what they have at Notre DameTM. Wouldn't that be something?
Scent o' Jesus
(Sung to the tune of "Plastic Jesus" with apologies to Cool Hand Luke.)
I don't care if it rains or freezes
long as I got my Scent o' JesusTM
stinkin' up the inside of my car.
Comes in colors pink and pleasant.
Glows in the dark 'cause it's iridescent.
I take it with me whenever I go far.
Oh, give me my Lady MadonnaTM
dressed in rhinestones and sitting on a
pedestal of abalone shell.
Drivin' ninety but I'm not wary
long as I got my Virgin MaryTM
assurin' me that I will never go to hellTM.
SACRALIGE
Posted by: POPE JOHN PAUL | March 31, 2005 at 21:05
What is the point of that post? Are you actually saying something or are you just quoting great movies and placing 'TM' all over the place?
Posted by: Me | April 01, 2005 at 23:01
Charley what is this? Did you buy stock in a candle company? Wonder if they could sell StanLee's essence? just a thought.
Noticed we are sitting idle again too busy with Two Bits?
By the way I am sending a false email adress I get enough hate mail already don't need any more.
Posted by: StanLee | April 04, 2005 at 20:04
I've been performing the song Plastic Jesus for some time but realized that I don't have a Plastic Jesus on the dashboard of my car (though I do have a "Buddy Christ" from the Kevin Smith Film Dogma). I do have something on the dashboard of my car which I believe offers guidance:
On the dashboard of my Subaru
Guidance there for me and you
My path in life I never have to guess
When my life throws me a curve
Don't change directions I don't swerve
I just consult my dashboard GPS
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
My Plastic Jesus is a GPS
He just sits there he's polite
He guides me home by satellite
My electronic Jesus is the best
Posted by: "Blind Orange" Julius | July 06, 2005 at 14:17