Evangelists

"Right," Roger said, "if I do decide to open my heart to Jesus... does that mean I'll have to hang around with tragic wank-blisters like yourselves?"
He was in hospital, still. And he'd been set upon by a gang of evangelists.
They roamed around the corridors in search of vulnerables to use the word of Our Lord on, while Roger roamed the corridors in search of somewhere quiet to smoke a fag.
"Your hostility is a symptom of the fact that you are not saved," one of them said.
"If you followed the word of Jesus, you would find inner peace and you wouldn't need to shout at us," said another.
"Bollocks," said Roger.
"Eternal life is yours, if only you repent of your sins," said the first one.
"Fuck off," Roger said, "can't you see I'm smoking a fucking fag?"
"But if you don't embrace the love of Christ, you will go to Hell!" said the second one.
"Oh right, will I meet you lot there?" Roger asked.
"No, no of course not," the first one said, angrily.
"Not all bad then is it?" Roger replied.

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

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