Thursday, 05 December 2013

Oddest Christmas tradition?

I might have you trumped.

Dec 5, 2013 12:39:33 PM

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I’m just glad he gave me permission to live in my house SEK’S NEIGHBOR: I heard you talking on the phone about some “doctor” you think is all-powerful. SEK: What? SEK’S NEIGHBOR: On your phone, you were telling someone about this “doctor” you found, could do all these — come back from the dead. SEK: Wouldn’t surprise me. SEK’S NEIGHBOR: Is his name “Jesus”? SEK: Nope. SEK’S NEIGHBOR: What’s his name? SEK: I don’t actually know. SEK’S NEIGHBOR: Yet you said you’d trust him. SEK: Sounds like me. SEK’S NEIGHBOR: I can tell you his name. SEK: No, really, it’s fine – SEK’S NEIGHBOR: I know his name. He whispered it in my ear every night until – SEK: No, really, you don’t understand – SEK’S NEIGHBOR: His name is – SEK: “SATAN,” I know, his name is “SATAN.” SEK’S NEIGHBOR: “SATAN.” SEK: I know. SEK’S NEIGHBOR: As in, “THE SATAN.” SEK: I’ve had this conversation before, quite a few times, in many a context. SEK’S NEIGHBOR: “LUCIFER.” SEK: Please, I know what you’re gonna – SEK’S NEIGHBOR: “BEEZLE THE BUB.” SEK: I think you mean “BEEZLE OF THE BUB.” SEK’S NEIGHBOR: You would know better than me. SEK: Because I’m a Jew? SEK’S NEIGHBOR: And yet you live right next door.
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