|Sweet, delicious blasphemy...|
The premise is simple enough; Biff, Jesus' bumbling buddy is resurrected and locked in a hotel in modern day New York by an angel (who happens to be a huge fuck up as far as angels are concerned) and forced to write his account of the life of Christ. Throughout the story, you get brought back to the hotel where some serious Jack Lemon Walter Mathau shit keeps happening. Lulz ensue.
Now, did you know that the Son of God was a Kung Fu master that trained in the shaolin temples for years? Well fuck your shit cos that's what happened. Did you know that Mary Magdalin was hot in the panties for ol' Jesus and tried to fuck him on more than one occasion? Well you do now. Did you know that watching your best friend fucking a hooker can keep you free of sin? It can, and it did!. And that whole "water into wine" thing? Great fun at parties.
Honestly, if you have a funny bone, this book will tickle it.
...also, Biff spends his most of his life trying to fuck Mary, Jesus' mom and getting the shit beat out of him by Jesus.
And now, by request, a Turkish Bath house. You're welcome.
|Errybody gettin raped!|