apocalypsos: However, still think Bush is a schmuck, and will continue to do so until a.) he goes far, far, far, far away, b.) he realizes that you can't be President, look like Alfred E. Neuman, and try to talk like a cowboy, and c.) ...um, no. No, he'll be a schmuck until the end of time. And possibly afterwards. I can so picture God sneaking up behind him in the afterlife, sticking a Kick Me sign to his back, and teleporting away with a Muttley-esque snicker.
doqz: That's both ridiculous and offensive. God has better things to do that practice childish taunts on our President. I am surprised you would be insensitive enough even to suggest something like that. Fiver says it's gonna be the Holy Ghost.
apocalypsos: Dude, who do you think is going to be tying his shoelaces together? ;)
doqz: Michael, of course. While Gabriel does the wedgie. Damn. You really didn't think this thing through, did you?
apocalypsos: Well, do I even want to know what Jesus and the Virgin Mary are doing the guy? Wait. Stupid question. Of course I want to know what they're doing.
doqz: JC is setting up the camera and Mary is warming up the scanner, obviously. Life in Paradise is not what you'd call filled with an excitement. All the party people are downstairs. (On Fridays the entire Heaven is issued earmuffs because you can't hear yourself planning Armageddon over the frenzied screams of "Toga! Toga! Go Caesar, it's your birthday!") I have it on best authority that the Almighty is growing increasingly sulky about the whole business.