Klondike Bar

I know we have a backlog right now, but this one really got me chuckling, so I had to get it out quickly. I have a few to ask her tonight, so expect an update soon. She's also got a new profile on MySpace, so go check her out.


Dear Mum,

What would Jesus do for a Klondike bar?
-Confused Catholic




"(blank stare)"
"Mum, what would Jesus do for a Klondike Bar?"
"What kind of moron thinks that Jesus even drives a car?"
"Well, he is all knowing or something right? I'm sure he can drive a six speed."
"(blank stare suddenly turns to hostility)"
"What, he's 'all powerful' and stuff, I'm sure he's got a mean ride! Jesus ain't driving no pinto, man!"
"Â…"
"What?"
"Who asks that kind of question? And you're going to burn in Hell. I raised you better than that."
"Yeah, and horror movies are acceptable viewing for a four year-old."
"Hey, you were mature for your age."
"And now my soul is dead because of it."
"Don't blame being a heathen on me."
"I blame it on the Jesus."
"Would you stop it?!?"

-at this point, I had to rope her in because she was getting upset. There are some things you joke about with my mother, but Jesus apparently isn't one of them.
"Mum, I'm kidding, kiddingÂ….no, the question was what would Jesus do for a KLONDIKE BAR?"
"(hysterical laughter)"
"Dork, it's a t-shirt. Someone was lacking creativity."
"Do they come in red?"
"Well, I don't know. Why?"
"Because I want one for Mother's day."
"(shaking my head in frustraion)"
"Buy me one!"
-and I had better, or the Jesus will get me.