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| Irene et Marie - 15 - 18 Mai 2004 |
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*Sniff sniff.* Lord! C'est moi. Marie. *Sniff sniff.* Praying to you from the darkness of my room. |
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Bon soir, Marie. C'est God. |
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Mon Dieu! You are actually God? |
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Who do you think I am, Asterix? Comment ça va? |
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Je suis tres triste! My best friend, Irene, refuses to speak to me until I end my relationship with you! |
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Non, Marie, that is not true. Irene herself believes in me, and she does not ask that you end our relationship. She only asks that you not be so pushy about your faith. |
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But God, how can I not be pushy? If I do not try to save her you will cast her into hell for all eternity for doing such terrible things as kissing on first dates! Tickling boys! And dating a non-believer! |
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Um? God? |
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Fuck. I didn't want to say this, but here goes. Yes, it is true that Irene will burn in hell forever because of the things you mentioned. But that's no reason for you to be an annoying little twat! Be an example, not a nagging shrew! If people dig what you're doing, they'll start copying it without your anvil-headed moralizing and eternal damnation scare tactics! |
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I do not understand. |
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The Godly thing to do is to be a good friend first. If you really believe in yourself, your friendship with Irene, and in Me, the rest will naturally follow. |
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But…you say that Irene will burn in hell forever anyway! |
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She will, and I cannot save her. Only a total slut would kiss on a first date! |
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