Snuggle
by Steven Gowin
God, whose real name is Arthur, inched over towards Mary's side of the bed. “Let's snuggle.”
“I'm tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog, Lance. “You know where that always leads.”
“Jesus Christ,” God said. He knew he could't sleep. Now he supposed he'd have to masturbate.
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Author's Note
Someone lately asked, "Does God have sex?"
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Hah!
Oooh, deliciously irreverent. You'll burn in Hell Steve (though why you'd go to Michigan I have no idea).
Oh, you are very, very bad. Express train to Hell for you.
And I though I was the one who'd be pulled straight to Hell...
Good job, Steve.
Wait...isn't Mary still a Virgin?
I wrote God scratching his balls once. Masturbating God is even better. Bravo.
Y'all better pack some marshmallows where yer goin'.
Just like a guy..."Let's snuggle." Right.
Holy Mother of God! She's in bed with the three of them, Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost. It's a mystery. *
A good read, Steven.
marci stillerman: I haven't loved God this much in a long tme!