Everything I Like Causes Cancer

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Something really weird happened today. Like, Biblical weird. Like, I'm still reeling from the weird-weird. I was having a normal day at work, toiling for Uncle Sam, brokering deals and generally making Important Things happen, when in a burst of silliness (I know! So hard to believe!) I opened a new email message and typed, "Are you there God? It's me, Gwen."

And this is where the weird started go down. First, the email vanished. Disappeared. *POOF!* Gone. Just like that, de nada. I checked SENT MAIL and found nothing. I checked DRAFTS, nothing. And then, before I could start emailing y'all to find out which one of you was getting a free ride to the pokey for buggering with a U.S. government computer, I got this reply:

Yes, my child. What may I favor you with today? I know you don't need me to help grow your boobs.

Uh. Huh? Did I? What? Oh, holy crap, did I somehow email God? THE GOD? The man above? Lord and Saviour? Father of all fathers? Person I agreed was an opiate for the masses? Holy crap, I EMAILED GOD. And he made a crack about my boobs. He's real. And I like him. I'll be damned. Or maybe not . . .

Playing it totally suck-up safe, I replied:

I am sure there are other people whose needs are greater than mine. I just wanted to know if you were there.

But nobody talks to me anymore. They're all atheists or humanists now. So really, it's like you went to the deli and there was no one in front of you. You don't have to take a number from the little machine. Whether you need turkey breast or spiritual renewal, I am here.

Well, I suppose I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Did I just call you a horse? Should I have at least capitalized Horse? Do you care about that stuff? You know, all the hommy-glommy that surrounds you?

Also, I could use a soda. [Hey! He offered!] Pepsi. But I'd take an orange if that's all you've got. For some reason I suspect you drink Sunkist orange, like me. Maybe because it's so damnably (See what I did there? Do you like humor?) refreshing.

Oh, you know me. I'm low-maintenance, even for God. I don't need all that capitalization stuff. The way I look at it, if I need that for my ego then I must not be a very secure and powerful God, you know?

I can totally do a Pepsi. Although you should know that I drink Diet Coke. That's the Official Soft Drink of God. What do you think I could get for THAT kind of endorsement? If you ever visit me up here (and I pray to me that you don't for another 40 or 50 years), I'll let you try the soda flavors you guys don't even have on Earth. Orgasmberry Splash, anyone?

It pleases me that you are much like I expected. I bet you're cute, too. Are you allowed to make out? Wanna make out?

Just reading Orgasmberry Splash made my pink parts tingle a little. Good work, G-man. (OH! That makes me wonder if the G-spot is named after you. Is it? I almost asked if you could make it easier to find and then I remembered that things are better when you have to work for them.)

Speaking of endorsements . . . are the Cowboys really God's Team?

Are you Allah and Mohammed and Buddha and Ra and Zeus, too? Or are those different guys?

So many questions! You know, hiding from mankind is something I've always done out of habit, but this is fun. Maybe I'll call a respected journalist and do a sit-down TV interview. Who do you think would be best? A few years ago I'd have said Oprah, but now she's a bit of a wackadoo. Maybe I can get Letterman to give me a whole hour and let me pick the musical guest.

I have been told that I am cute, and I am allowed to make out. After all, I'm God, right? Who is going to tell me what to do? But I must warn you...making out with God is dangerous. Afterwards, no mortal man will satisfy you even a little. I mean, I INVENTED those pink parts. I know how they work better than anyone. So think carefully. And yes, the G-spot is named after me. Because if you find it, you see me and many have been known to call out my name.

I'm so glad you asked me about the Cowboys. They are NOT God's team. I don't care if they DID put a hole in the roof so I can watch. They are sinners and
idolators, and they are unworthy before my eyes. The only time I visit the filthy hole they call a stadium is the one game each year when the Eagles visit. They are are pleasing to me.

While we're talking about football, let me make something clear - I DO care about the outcome of football games. Everyone who sees a player thank me and says "God has better things to do" is dead wrong. I mean, it took me seven days to create the universe, and make no mistake, that was hard work. But after that it's just routine maintenance. I have a lot of down time. By the way, I like the Chargers to win the Super Bowl this year. Just a tip from above.

As for whether I am all those guys, yes I am. I like to talk to people in a way they will be receptive to hearing me. Kind of like how
Dukakis tried to woo conservatives by sitting in a tank, Kerry tried to get blue collar people by eating a cheesesteak, and Hillary tried to completely hide who she actually is. (Being God, I am much more successful than these train wrecks. Really, Kerry? Swiss cheese?)

It's so great to get all this stuff off my chest!

Would you be willing to be interviewed by a small-time Midwestern blogger who likes to swear and talk about poop? My sources say she has A LOT more questions for you.

Also, I just got up to get a Pepsi - I was even going to pay for it! - and discovered there's no ice in the office fridge. I'm questioning you and your omnipotence.

Do you look like Jeff Bridges in The Big Lebowski? Because that would be awesome and make me willing to forsake all mortal men. WAIT! I changed my mind. I'm not ready to give up penises just yet, but if you could see your way clear to sending one of those mortal men my way, it'd be super. I'm into cute with a sense of humor, confident but not egomaniacal, thoughtful, not gay, not married . . . whatever you think is best for me within those loose parameters.

I would love to be interviewed by you, I mean a small-time Midwestern blogger. That will give me street cred. After all, I'm a God of the people.

Silly child...it is not my omnipotence you should question. You should be asking yourself whether I wanted there to be ice in the fridge. I just blew your mind, didn't I? I tend to do that.

I do not look like Jeff Bridges in The Big
Lebowski. I can make myself look like anything I want, but I do not wish to look like that. I'm God, I can't be running around slacking off in a bathrobe and existing in an inexplicably popular movie all the time. I prefer to look like Kurt Russell. Or maybe George Clooney if I'm going somewhere fancy.

As for your request, I will do my best. But it's pretty hard to find a guy like that who is not gay or married, even for me. But I'm glad to see your parameters are loose, that will help. Anything loose will help, frankly.

"Anything loose will help, frankly." Ha! I had almost forgotten about Mary Magdalene. How long did you two date? Is she the Holy Grail or is Dan Brown demented?

You know, nobody is going to believe this, but he got everything EXACTLY RIGHT. When I read it, I was like "What the fuck? How did this guy get all this information?" Then I realized he had probably come up with it completely independently and didn't even know he was right. So I figured I'd gently persuade some hipsters to trash it and let them do my dirty work.

Mary Magdalene? Oh, her grail is holy all right. She does shit that would turn Paris Hilton's hair white. We went out for a little while, but frankly, you can't keep that up. She's the kind of crazy where it's fun to date her for a couple of weeks and then you find yourself not picking up when she calls and making up excuses like you "have a lot of work to do."

Oh, God, you're a stitch! Listen, I'm sure you've got things to do so I will let you go but before I do my friend wants to know if you are a PC or a Mac . . .

All computers are equal in the eyes of God. Except those piece of shit HPs.

Hahaha! This was a lot of fun and very enlightening. Can I email you again some day?

Anytime, baby! It's lonely at the top.

So yeah, I've got some sort of back-of-the-wardrobe loophole in my laptop*, which is equal parts awesome and freaky. Got any questions for God, monkeys?

* I don't really have a laptop but I loved the alliteration of "loophole in my laptop" so much that I lied. In a blog post quoting God. I should ask him about hell next time.


hello haha narf said...

nope. not buying it. i am totally calling bullshit. i think you lied about more than just the laptop part. there is NO FUCKING WAY that god is an eagles fan. GO STEELERS!

Mr. Condescending said...

I was in 2nd grade when we did our little voting and I voted for dukakis!

Can god grant me an O.k. to commit lust freely? It is a deadly sin you know.

I was debating whether god existed up until you posted this. Up till now I've been worshippin' RAMTHA.

Lol ramtha is a true person, she has a huge following and supposedly was living in her trailer where this spirit told her she was the ancient ramtha.

SkylersDad said...

Having a direct pipeline to the man himself makes you even more likely to be riding that rocketsled to hell.

He going to go read your blog you know...

Cowguy said...

*looks through his handbasket collection*

erin said...

1: I'm glad I don't have an HP...God really seems to have it out for them.

2:Can you get Mary Magdalene's number for me? I have a friend who's been single for a long long time...

H said...


Jennifer and Sandi said...

I'm turning off my computer today!

- Jennifer

John R said...

Hey Gwen, next time you talk to him ask him what the hell I'm supposed to with his latest message. Last time I asked for a sign, George Clooney and an entire film crew walked in front of my car.. literally. I don't know what to do with that kind of information...

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

Better be careful Gwen. Claim to have conversations with God and the next thing you know there will be nutty people making pilgrimages to St. Louis and camping out on your lawn for a glimpse of your glory. On second thought, you could make a killing if you opened a concession stand and gift shop.

And yes... I logged in from the office - my last day is next Friday - what are they going to do, fire me?

Son of a Thomas said...

Yeah I have a question, what did Pauly Shure, Steve Guttenberg and Brenden Fraizer do that I haven't?

Soda and Candy said...

Hahahahhahaa, brilliant. Only you would ask God to make out with you.

I call bullshit on the Diet Coke though. God doesn't have to diet, and also Satan invented artificial sweeteners.

Mermanda said...

Some IT guy has a lot of time on his hands.

Anonymous said...

This is what I have learned from this post:

God likes boobs.
God hates turkeys and is okay with people eating them- he will even serve.
God's spot on about Oprah.
God is a shill for the Coca Cola company.
God doesn't realize Letterman kind of sucks now- what's up with that?
God likes warm soda.
The word wackadoo makes me laugh.

C.B. Jones said...

I want to accept this blog post as my personal lord and savior. It's got a little bit of everything. Except, I think Chargers winning the super Bowl looks like it should instead be Panthers winning the Super Bowl.

liberalmudhen said...

There is no God.

And if there was, he wouldn't be caught dead (or arisen) in the sh*thole that is the city of Philadelphia or eat cheesesteaks with cheez whiz.

Except maybe to run up the art museum steps like Rocky, that's kinda fun.

Steam Me Up, Kid said...

Making out with God? Mmm I dunno bout that one. That's a whole lotta man for one lady.

NO I wasn't thinking threesome.


mike said...

Hang on, I am off the internet for a few weeks and I come back to find you making FOOTBALL PICKS? And by the way, I live in God's Country, I know He is a Pats fan.

T. Rob said...

Good stuff Gwenie...

But tell God to check his grammar checker.

"They are are pleasing to me."????

katrocket said...


I love this! Now that you guys are internet buddies, please remind Jesus he still owes me $50.

Mr London Street said...

Pop by my blog. You've won something.

Baglady said...

I feel like I should give Mr London Street some credit for pointing you out. But I realise all the credit should go to God for he is wise and clever.

Although personally I prefer Pepsi to Coke.

And I don't know who the Eagles or the Cowboys are.

But all the rest I can tell came from His mouth. Or more realistically His keyboard. Except I don't suppose he needs to type, just think what he would type and it magically appears in your inbox. Or something.

Natalie said...

I want to email God now. Maybe I'll send him that video clip of the cat doing that thing. That never gets old. That should ensure that I'm fast-tracked to the 'H' place.

Eva Gallant said...

That was so sacriligious that I'm keeping my disstance before the lightning strikes and melts my HP! Then I'm going to follow you! lol

Hunter said...

This was really funny. And I'm thrilled that I get to share in the heretical laughter!

Oh, and Mr. London Street sent me. (That sounds like something a spy should say, or a code used by an overly-elaborate drug dealer.)

Natalie said...

Mr London Street sent me too.

I'm wearing a red carnation and I believe the Eagle Has Landed. Or something.

words...words...words... said...

This is quite amusing! However, I feel like cautioning Natalie to be more specific when mentioning the "H" place. After all, the other place starts with H, too. And God appears to have a sense of humor.

The Politic's Chick said...

I want to know what Blogs God reads. LOL

Natalie said...

Thanks Words... Maybe I was *ahem* hedging my bets. Or something.

God said...

I awaited the publishing of our conversation with some apprehension, but most people seem to be down with me. Some, however, weren't so charitable. I'm not really a wrathful God, I just like to chill. But I do have some friendly warnings.

hello haha narf: It's not cool to impose your notion of God on me. Just pray that Ben's ankle stays fine, youknowwhatImean?

Cowguy: The preferred mode of transportation to Hell is now a PT Cruiser. But you are right to plan ahead. I'm just saying.

erin: Mary Magdalene is not anyone's whore. She's MY whore.

H: You have found favor in the eyes of me.

Son of a Thomas: Perhaps you should focus on what YOU did that they did NOT.

S&C: I drink Diet Coke for taste. I regularly smite full-sugar sodas, for they leave a foul coating on my teeth.

Imnotbenny: Tread lightly when criticizing David Letterman. He is one of my most favored creations.

C.B. Jones: Do not take God for a fool. The Panthers will be lucky to go .500 with that noodle-armed interception machine at QB.

liberalmudhen: Your PT Cruiser is ready.

Steam Me Up, Kid: Maybe you should. *wink*

mike: God does not associate with cheaters and those who FedEx a box of cash to pay off their mistresses. Really? FedExing a box of cash? From your OFFICE? Genius my ass.

katrocket: That was plainly a gift.

The Politic's Chick: I read this one. And ones that have pictures of boobs.

Lola Lakely said...

So I followed you because MLS completely pimped you out so nicely in his blog. And I say yeah for that cause you are pretty much right up my alley. One part sarcastic, one part naughty, and all parts awesome is how I find you my friend!

My question for god pretty much what I wrote about in my blog today. Why around the second date do I suffer from: help-me-I-need-to-move-to-
Yemen-and-change-my-name panic?

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