BS: Kudzoo Jesus???

Subject: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Bobert
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 07:52 PM

Anyone here the report about a North Carolina resident riding by a telephone pole and seeing Christ in the kudzoo growing up it???

Well, I did catch the tail end of the report...

What next??? Jesus tomatoes???

B;~)

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 07:57 PM

Don't let the goats eat Him.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 08:22 PM

Why do people automatically assume any configuration of light and dark shapes that superficially resembles a bearded male human with long hair to be an apparition of Jesus?

It's far more likely that it's really an apparition of Willie Nelson.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: catspaw49
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 08:26 PM

Sometimes its in fart fumes and resembles Jerry Falwell. Remember how he showed up on my own garage wall?


Paw has always had an aura about him, but Cletus says the only aura he knew about was a kind of a mixture of sulfur and sewer gas. But then that got me to remembering how Paw and Cletus had shot Buford and gave him that eulogy and all, then he turned out not to be dead since his backpack was full of a 12 pack and absorbed the blast. Since he was just knocked out and drunk instead of shot dead, its good that Paw and Cletus didn't bury him.......But I tell you the truth, when that ol' boy showed up alive, it damn near killed Paw instead.

Their reunion led to a joyous evening of the three of them and the Reg boys getting drunk on "Iron City" and 'Shine and roasting a hog out in my backyard alongside the garage. Of course, after a while, Paw started lighting up farts as is his wont and that's what I came to think about ought to be left unexplained.

The neighbors began to complain about 11 o'clock or so after one of Paw's flamers had ignited the hedge on his property. That would have passed as the boys got it out pretty quick, being full of Iron City and all, but when a major rip set fire to his wife's bird feeder....well, that was it. I tried to calm the guy down and assured him nothing like that would happen again. He went back into his house dragging the charred remains of the feeder and a roasted squirrel that had been looting it when Paw let fly with that fiery thundersprecht.

Anyway, I got them situated again and since my house has aluminum siding, my only request was that they point Paw towards the wall. I figured a good hosing would clean off the worst of it in the morning. I went inside and the revelry continued at a somewhat decreased decibel level with only an occasional flash lighting the window of my den. Around 2 AM the boys came in for a final pee call and of course they couldn't just go. I heard either Reg or Reg in my pantry and before I could get up there, the whole crew was playing sink the Cheerios in my downstairs bathroom. Karen came downstairs at this point and threw a fit since our kids watch everything the boys do and we were spending a fortune in Cheerios.

After a severe ass-reaming from Karen, I herded them back outside and suggested they get some sleep around the smoldering pig carcass. I went back in and after cleaning and disinfecting the bathroom and taking a shower, I again settled down in front of the TV to watch a half-hour Infomercial on how I could make thousands a week by selling quinine pills through Direct Mail Order and running tiny little ads.

They were just getting to the good part with the testimonials and all when there was this giant blast from the backyard and the night sky lit up like a Buddhist monk. There was a moment of silence and then I heard Cletus yell, "HO-LEE SHEEIT!!!" Well, there wasn't anyway I could avoid it, so I went out through the garage into the backyard and there they stood, the whole damn bunch of them, except for Buford who was throwing up Iron City and pork fat down his bib overalls over by the smoking hedge. They were staring at an image that Paw's last fart had scorched onto the siding with their mouths hanging open. I stepped back and looked and my first thought was, "Well this ain't gonna' clean off too good and Karen will be really pissed." But when I started to say something, Cletus stopped me and I noticed that the look on all of their faces was almost reverent. Paw was standing with his mouth agape and the others seemed awestruck as well, so I looked again.

Cletus turned to me and said, "Doncha' seez it Catspaw? Its rite thar!!! Paw done farted Jerry Falwell out his ass!!!" Well, I kinda' had to admit, it DID resemble the good reverend in the flickering light of the burning porker on the spit, but I was too much in fear of what the morning would bring from Karen to say anymore than tell them to get some sleep. Problem was, they didn't. I went back inside, the group outside quieted down, and I nodded off before I could get the 800 number for the "501 All-Time Polka Greats" by Myron Kopetz and the Nose Flute Kings.

What I didn't know was that the group had gone off and gotten Pastor Sharphorn, his wife, the Ladies Auxillary, and the Deacons, from the "Church of Evangelical Brethren and Tongue Talking Mohunkers" and they arrived for a look-see about sun-up. When I woke up to the commotion outside it was about 6 AM I guess. The sight that confronted me was reasonably bizarre. At least 150 people were assembled in the backyard and I could see more coming down the alley. A small altar had been erected out of the remains of my stockade fence which was now on the ground, the crowd overflowing into my neighbor's backyard and trampling his stupid-ass garden gnomes into powder....It was the only high spot of the day.

Those kneeling at the altar would place small plastic Madonnas and Jesus statuary at the foot of the garage wall and say a little prayer and move on to the donation box that Cletus was guarding. It was then that I noticed that everyone donating more than $25. was getting a "Holy Relic" to commemorate their visit to this newest religious icon which had previously only sheltered my vehicles and assorted cans of dried out wax and rubbing compound.

There, perched upon a throne like affair that I noticed had been assembled from our porch furniture, was Paw. As each person gave his donation, Buford would cut a small piece from Paw's overalls and hand it to them. For $50. they got a piece from the seat, and for $500. a snippet from the flap of his longjohns. It was a kind of poor man's "Shroud of Turin" I guess. Business must have been good since Paw was missing one entire leg of his bibs and he was about bareassed already. I was dumbfounded and I was just considering how to set this up as an infomercial and start booking tours when the County Sheriff showed up and ran everybody off. Then he proceeded to fine me for 19 different offenses and gave me a summons to appear in court for destruction of my neighbors property.

I was able to head off Cletus and the money, which covered almost all of the fines and my neighbor's friggin' gnomes, but it cost another 50 bucks to get rid of Falwell. Now if I could just get shed of the real one for the same price.......................Anyway, I have never been able to figure out how that happened and I suppose it is one of those things best left unexplained. I've always thought that Falwell was talking out his ass, but I never figured you could blow him out your ass, but Paw's a real religious ol' coot so I guess you just never know. Really, I think Cletus had it right with his first two words, "Holy Shit!!"

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Greg F.
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 08:29 PM

Or Rasputin.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Bobert
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 08:39 PM

"Drunk on Iron City..."... Music to my eyes to read that...

Sniff... We ain't got no Iron City here in North Carolina... Man, to be drunk on Iron City just one more time in my life an' this ol' misplaced hillbilly die a happy man...

B~

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 08:49 PM

Chongo is always seeing King Kong in stuff like that.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Bobert
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 08:57 PM

I hate to hear that, LH... I've seen King Kong in trees, and clouds and shadows and tea leaves, and, and...

I mean, to think that Chongz and I might have something in common is terrifying...

B;~(

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: michaelr
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 09:03 PM

What's Iron City?

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: catspaw49
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 09:16 PM

The hilljack version of Guinness........sorta'...............


Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 09:26 PM

Can it match Warthog Ale or Moose Drool?

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Bobert
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 09:43 PM

Iron City, fir all you deprived beer drinkers, is the world's finest beer for under $5 or over $5 a six pack... I don't know what it is but it is the finest beer on the planet... I would say the universe but I haven't been to any of them other countries...

B~

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: number 6
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 10:08 PM

My daughter back in 1996 caught a high foul ball hit by Jesus Tavarez of the Boston Red Sox.

biLL

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Bobert
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 10:16 PM

Really, biLL??? Geeze, did the ball remind her of Jesus??? I mean, did it have a green spot on if that looked like Christ on the cross???

B~

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: gnu
Date: 29 Jun 11 - 10:38 PM

Gee whiz eh? He was even at Tim's fer coffee but that was in another thread a while back. Y'all can gooogle er search if ya want but I wouldn't bother. I figure he got a single single an blessed it into a double double. Cheap *******. Probably didn't even think of a tip. Just one a them "bless you's and get off the lawn".

Yes... I shall go to hell... why do you ask? Gee whiz eh???

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: frogprince
Date: 30 Jun 11 - 01:59 PM

In case any of youse haven't seen these before, It isn't always Jesus

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: gnu
Date: 30 Jun 11 - 02:04 PM

Hahahahahaaaaaa

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: frogprince
Date: 30 Jun 11 - 02:16 PM

There are actually people strange enough to pay a few bucks for those things. The woman who bought GWB said that the day he got out of office, she would take it out (of the little shadowbox I put them in) and stomp on it. Paris and Britney were sold separately, but are now reunited in Schenectady. Someone bought Rush last Saturday.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Jun 11 - 02:22 PM

All kinds of strange things end up in Schenectady. It's just that kind of place.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Stringsinger
Date: 30 Jun 11 - 07:25 PM

Next, you'll spot him at Area 54 in a flying saucer invented by expatriated
German scientists.

"That's not my department" says Werner Von Braun.

Subject: RE: BS: Kudzoo Jesus???
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Jun 11 - 11:21 PM

It's Karl von Weltschmertz who is in charge of that program.