Ok, great! Now this Flying Spaghetti Monster, supposed creator of the universe, has kidnapped my dad, God, and is holding him for some blackmail against me. Hey, Spaghetti Monster, I am on welfare and don’t …

A frank discussion of techmology and evolution that focuses on floating, unflushed turds.

When you are on welfare like me, there is one thing standing in the way of your need to covort with hookers and that is cold hard dough, baby! Being the Son of God does …

A tribute to tiny, little baby Jesus who can fit in your coat pocket.

This cult guy, Michael Travesser, was trying to run a great cult with naked virgins in bed next to him, and pretended to be me, but not the welfare part. Or, come to think of …

Here is a great website and another reason my dad invented the internets. You can flush any holy book of your choice, including my family album the Bible, into a makeshift virtual toilet. The animation …

Darn it all! My dad is so cheap. He is the cheapest cheapskate ever. He sits up there behind the pearly gates and won’t even give me bus fare to get home. I am your …

A snappy, Jesus-loving tune that will haunt you until God yanks you back.

Here is a dude who thought that my mom’s face appearing on some lady’s toast was a gas and wanted to replicate this miracle. Diana Duyser was the first to eat my mom’s face off …

Hey, I’m not a braggert. Sure, I am the Lord and the light, and the saviour of all of the universe, but I am also super humble and cool. But I get ticked off when …