Shoddy, shoddy, shoddy!
God lives on a cloud and has a big white beard. He's a bit like Santa now but used to have much more of a cruel streak. He'd turn people into salt for looking behind them; kill Moses for tapping his stick twice instead of once, which was a bit harsh I always thought.
I think God really mellowed though once he had kids.
But fair play to Jesus in trying to out do the old man. He learned a trade, and it was always something to fall back on if the Son of God thing didn't work out. Ironic really that he was nailed to a pretty basic piece of furniture to die. Just one joint and three rusty nails, I mean, where's the craftsmanship?!? Those Romans really knew the art of tourture.
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