From: Jesus
Email: jesus@heaven.com
Date: 16 Jul 2001
Time: 23:29:03Did not you see, the beginning, of the movie, "Jesus Christ Super Star", my sons. When I, Jesus Christ, in the red GTR, pull graciously behind the bus full of Jesus bible superhippies, and I rev the motor to state my holy appearance. As they start shooting at me, Jesus can tell that they are mistaking my GTR, for the SATAN car, JoeDs Porsche 924 GTX Faggeta, because of the way the Father's yellow light, is shining down on the red paint. Jesus knows, that the GTR, can out handle bullets, Dad forbid the spirits of the lord himslef, if they were permitted to the roads of Jesus. So Jesus takes off his hands from the steering wheel, to remove his Sandals, so he can feel the clutch better in holy matrimony. As he dodges the swerving bus, in the GTR, the lord Dad himself must be controlling the steering wheel, because Jesus is too occupied chanting aloud, "Look mom, no hands!" (if only Jesus had a mom, the irony, the irony, my sons), as he holds his sandals high in the air, out the unique sliding GTR windows, which have bright blue Porsche 924 stickers on them, confusing the Bible hippies in the bus even more, as stickers are just another sign that it must be the GTX faggeta. JoeD must have stuck those on, when Jesus was performing a miracle on that little sick shit, that never thanked him today. Jesus grabs a hold of his necklace, which a holy cross symmbol hangs from, and a bright startling but inviting light, shoots down on the cross.
Suddenly, the GTR propels forward (as if it needed help from the heavens to beat a bus anyway, Jesus curses to himself) and the bus is seen in the dust, in the rear view mirror, and the movie now starts.
All mighty lord, go my sons, pray in the spirit of the 924. Thank the lord himself, my sons, for not allowing the Son of God, to perform miracles, on any of the blind in Oregon, for the less that see JoeDs 924, the more Harmony, to the roadways, and all of the lord's creations,
Jesus/Carrera GTR,
in my sandals, wondering, how the hell the temptations came to JoeD, and his 924, for even the damnated devil himself, would not be caught dead, in that clowned 924.