Jesus Bunny

It is on this historic day that Jesus Bunny rose from the dead to deliver dairy-free eggs that had escalated tremendously due to inflation. All the children were happy until they saw the decomposing Jesus Bunny rising from the ground.

Laughter gave way to tears and there was a wailing and gnashing of teeth as Jesus Bunny stalked the little children. They all ran screaming into the tall grass, the patter of their tiny feet filling the forest with joy. Jesus Bunny fired round after round from his AR-15 assault rifle while shouting bible verses at the children.

And this is why we have school massacres today – to celebrate Jesus Bunny and the salvation and freedom he brings through eggs and bullets. Happy Easter kids!

12 days of T-mas

On The First Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
A cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Second Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Third Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Fourth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Fifth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Sixth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Seventh Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Seven Prawns A Limping
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Eighth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Eight Nerds A Hurling
Seven Prawns A Limping
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Ninth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Nine Rabies Prancing
Eight Nerds A Hurling
Seven Prawns A Limping
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Tenth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
Ten Lords A Sleeping
Nine Rabies Prancing
Eight Nerds A Hurling
Seven Prawns A Limping
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Eleventh Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus To Me:
Eleven Vipers Vaping
Ten Lords A Sleeping
Nine Rabies Prancing
Eight Nerds A Hurling
Seven Prawns A Limping
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

On The Twelfth Day Of Christmas
Thorenoussardus Sent To Me:
12 Cummers Cumming
Eleven Vipers Vaping
Ten Lords A Sleeping
Nine Rabies Prancing
Eight Nerds A Hurling
Seven Prawns A Limping
Six Beasts A Slaying
Five Moldy Things
Four Falling Turds
Three Henchmen
Two Fertile Gloves
And A Cartridge In some Bear Pee

Manpower

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

In order to deal with their homeless and immigrant population in a humane way, Las Vegas, Nevada has started an exercise program for disadvantaged people.

Located in a vast underground power plant just north of Las Vegas, the homeless, unemployed and undocumented pedal specially fitted bikes, thus generating enough added power for the electrical grid to power rich people’s Christmas lights.

Homeless “cyclist” Jeb Wolfhart: Yeah, they feed us… through a feeding tube. Beats eating from a trash can on the street. Yep, no sucking some rich guy off this Christmas. No sir. I guess you could say I’m grateful for the opportunity. I suppose it’s fair. I mean, not like I expect that anyone should build houses for its citizens or cover their basic needs.

I believe Jesus said something like that. “Fucked are the poor in spirit for they will never see the kingdom of heaven and go ye therefore and increase your capital gains”. Something to that affect.

Meeting of The Myths

Seated at the head of a comically oversized elliptical table, god stared blankly at the small centerpiece of plastic flowers caked in many layers of thick, brown dust. The flowers were an unidentifiable species that didn’t exist anywhere else and looked exactly as one would expect them to look when conjuring up the thought, “fake flowers”.

The purpose of the meeting, like every meeting of The Myths, was to discuss their own irrelevance and how to improve their declining status in the world.

All eyes were on god who appeared as a hologram, oscillating and shapeshifting, strobing and transitioning between Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, Zeus and a toaster oven.

Bigfoot: Hey god, that shit be distracting. Turn that shit off man.

god: I can’t turn it off. I am all things. Just as you are a Yeti and also a Bigfoot.

Bigfoot: I’m gonna Yeti my foot rite up yo ass.

Santa Claus: You’re just Santa Claus for big people. You know that, right god?

jesus: I am the way the truth…

leprechaun: Shut up, no one cares jeebus.

easter bunny: Hehe, good one Nick.

Bigfoot: I’m ‘bout to smoke a blunt. Anybody want in on this? This shit some of that cannibal weed an’ shit.

god: Order! Order!

unicorn: Stop ordering people around. No wonder no one likes you. Suck my rainbow ya big brute.

leprechaun: You’d like that wouldn’t you? You prissy little horse.

unicorn: Leprechauns are so homophobic!

leprechaun: Who’s my favorite little unicorn? C’mon buddy!

unicorn: Oh, I’ll come alright sister.

jesus: What if we made a viral video?

unicorn: You can’t just make a viral video. It either goes viral or it doesn’t, gawd.

god: Yes?

unicorn: No one rang your bell sweetheart.

jesus: Maybe if we didn’t spend all our time arguing and smoking marijuana we…

everyone: Shut up jesus!!!

unicorn: You’re such a downer jesus. Remind me to never invite you to my party.

Bigfoot: This shit some bad mo’fuckin’ weed yo. You bitches be missin’ out.

easter bunny: Has anyone considered the possibility that the world has modernized to the point where we are all irrelevant because we are no longer justifiable in the 21st century?

Bigfoot: Daaam bunny bitch! Droppin’ some of that philosophical shit on my ass!

ghost: I know I feel pretty useless. People see right through me.

unicorn: You should get out there more sweetie. Who knows, you might get lucky.

leprechaun: I’m always lucky… like a four leaf clover!

god: Maybe it’s time to let go of all The Myths. There’s just no going back to the way things were. Fill out these forms and you will all be officially retired.

ghost: No more haunting?

easter bunny: Has anyone at all bought it in this century? Anyone at all?

ghost: Point taken.

Thorenoussardus: Sorry I’m late. What’d I miss? Oh sorry, wrong room.

god: If you’re looking for The Factual Things Meeting, it’s just down the hall.