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.