Do you mind if I send that to my husband, the computer god, at his place of work? He and his crew will love it!
Jesus and the Devil get into an argument one day about who could use the computer better. Finally, God got tired of them bickering, and offered to be the judge in a contest to see who really was better.
The day of the contest came, and both Jesus and the Devil worked all day long, making spreadsheets, typing documents and scanning images.
Just a few minutes before the contest ended, the power went out. The devil started cursing and screaming, but Jesus simply turned his PC back on, and printed his work for God to judge.
The devil started screaming that Jesus had cheated, and it wasn't fair, but all God said was...
Jesus saves!
Before I sign off, I have a request for all of you men out there:
Would you be willing to share your remembrances of going through puberty with me? FReepmail would preserve your dignity, I think.
It seems that I'm woefully unprepared for some aspects of male puberty and I could use some real advice here.
Ugh! Boys! *gallic hand gesture (that's part of ancient languages, too, Bob!)*
Bonne Nuit!
Sure. I am using it without permission so they can too@;)