Thursday, April 9, 2009

I prefer Mr. God

Who are you? How did you get past security?

I am your Lord. Worship me.

What the hell? Guards! Guards!

No one can hear your cries for help, President Madoff

You aren't God. You're that actor. ... The one with the salsa.

Silence! Where is Ponzi?

Ponzi? What do you want with my dog?

Your dog? Ha! I sent Ponzi to Parallel Time before the election. Using mind control, I tricked you into adopting him.

That's not true. Ponzi showed up on my doorstep, in a basket, with a note that said, 'I need a home. Arf."

And what else was in that basket?

A baby blanket, a pacifier ... and some puppy treats. ... Newman's Own ... Oh my God, it was you!

I prefer Mr. God.