![Isn’t It Time for Jesus?
Son: Um… There’s a homeless man at the door, he says he wants to know if we have any hookers living here that need their feet oiled. He smells like catfish.
Dad: THAT SON OF A FUCKING BITCH IS BACK AGAIN? [Dad walks to the door] What do you WANT?
Jesus: Hey man… I’m just looking for ripe flesh… Who’re you?
Dad: Fuck yourself, HIPPY SCUM. [Dad punches Jesus in the face] AHHHHH! MY FUCKING HAND! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MY HAND IS BROKEN. GRAHHHH–
Jesus: *gurllggurhh… ackk… kch…*
Mom: Not again…](http://24.media.tumblr.com/GufDaCmWqcx5rek1IXqCua4V_500.jpg)
Isn’t It Time for Jesus?
Son: Um… There’s a homeless man at the door, he says he wants to know if we have any hookers living here that need their feet oiled. He smells like catfish.
Dad: THAT SON OF A FUCKING BITCH IS BACK AGAIN? [Dad walks to the door] What do you WANT?
Jesus: Hey man… I’m just looking for ripe flesh… Who’re you?
Dad: Fuck yourself, HIPPY SCUM. [Dad punches Jesus in the face] AHHHHH! MY FUCKING HAND! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MY HAND IS BROKEN. GRAHHHH–
Jesus: *gurllggurhh… ackk… kch…*
Mom: Not again…
