in JC Inc. Take it from me, you can’t go wrong! (And, added bonus, you go hotfoot to Paradise when you die …).
I had a problem searching this on the web after reading the headline in The Southland Times. Frankly I blame the Evil One—
“Hey! Argus! I resent tha—”
No, Mr Satan, Sir! … not you this time.
I blame this guy
“Watch it, Argus! Thin ice …”
Actually, I blame anybody who was/is/evermore shall be the Prime Mover in this universe; you know, Creator thereof, omnipotent, omniscient—omni everything in fact.
(Awwww, come on, Jeez, come onnnnnnnn … who else could have created Old Nick, hey?) (But I won’t tell if you don’t … our little secret, Sir?)
More ya Bacchus type meself HIC!
So I asked ol’ Argie … what can possibly be the harm in liking kids, huh?
“Mr Argus! Sir?”
“Oh. Little Virginia … yes, sweet child?”
“I’m a kid, Sir …”
“Don’t fret, Kid. I’m not a Catholic priest.”
But if I had to choose a religion I’d opt for these folks
—if there’s any left after the compassionate Christians swept through with their holy stakes, sacred strappados thumbscrews ducking ponds and Holy racks.
No wonder the church is resurrecting spooks. Big money in spooks and even more in getting rid of them …
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“What’s a spook?”
“Something God invented to fill a vacuum and create a demand, Child.”
“Thank heavens … I thought you were hellbent on antagonising the CIA~”
Knock knock …
“Hey! Is your name Argus? The CIA and Pope sent me …”
Dammit! I believe~!!