One lazy afternoon, YHWH turned to his only begotten son, who was floating on his right side, in the clouds:
YHWH: Junior, come over here. Tell me, when you were traipsing around with Mary Magdalene, and working the crowd with your tricks, did she ever gerrit? From you?
Yeshua: What do you mean, dad?
YHWH: Well, after she washed your feet with her hair, did you ever examine her badonkadonks, at close range? Did you introduce her to your sledgehammer?
Yeshua: I’m not sure I understand what you mean, dad.
YHWH: Did you motorboat Mary’s bazookas? Did you ever have her call you “Captain Big Storm, harbinger of Hurricanes and Typhoons”?
Yeshua: I must be having a slow afternoon, dad. I do not comprehend your expressions.
YHWH (Sighing): What I’m asking you, junior, is whether you ever came to know Mary. Like a man knows a woman.
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