It was down at the Atlanta Bread Company. I had stopped in for a loaf of soup and some coffee and I ran into him at the coffee bar. We really hit it off. He's quite a talker. A bit of a "let's talk about me" attitude but I guess that's what happens when you're God.

Anyway, we had a pleasant brunch and he even gave me his autograph. It was all swirly and illegible, just like a doctor's signature. I figured 'what the hell' and stopped off at my pharmacist on the way home. They filled a prescription ($10 copay, of course) for it! I took two before bed, just like the bottle said. It turns out that they were laxatives. Powerful laxatives.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Posted by: Jim at 07:55 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment
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1 I can't be the first person to think it, but I might be the first person to say it here today: holy shit.

Posted by: RP at September 28, 2004 07:43 AM (LlPKh)

2 Ahh, well, this too shall pass, and pass quickly.

Posted by: tommy at September 28, 2004 10:26 AM (7iw+1)

3 It's a sad, sad day Jim when even God thinks you're full of shit.

Posted by: Clancy at September 28, 2004 11:12 AM (EGVPL)

4 I don't want to ask but I am hoping that this has absolutely nothing to do with my dinner.

Posted by: Trey Givens at September 28, 2004 10:06 PM (7cuZm)

5 The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. You must be REALLY blessed.

Posted by: Margi at September 29, 2004 03:05 AM (MAdsZ)

6 Only you could get away with mentioning God and defecation in the same post without a lynch mob on the door step.

Posted by: Simon at September 29, 2004 10:42 PM (GWTmv)

7 Well, I thought of it all on my own - even if RP did think of it first. Holy. Shit. Hope you're feeling better

Posted by: Elizabeth at September 29, 2004 11:45 PM (sCupo)

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