
Prepare thyself, he who reads this, to receive the Word of God, as written by your Lord and Savior, The Prince of Peace: Jesus The Christ!
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Hello My children, Jesus here. I’ve been waiting all year so I could make this very clear once and for all – I frigging hate Santa Claus!
I’ve always hated him. Ever since that morbidly obese child molester first showed up a couple hundred years ago, people have forgotten all about Me on My Birthday. I never get any presents. Ask yourself, what would Jesus do if it was your birthday? I’ll tell you what I would do: I’d get you a fucking present.
I haven’t received a Christmas present in well over two hundred years, and it’s all because of that diabetic pederast Santa Claus.
That’s right, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about your old pal Santa. On Christmas Eve, he studies his list of ‘good boys and girls’ (the ones who don’t tell the cops when he fingers them) and then visits their homes to give them his ‘present.’ It’s just his penis, gift-wrapped with a bow. Then he makes them feed him and his reindeer and he bolts. No cuddling or anything.
Mrs. Claus left him years ago. She couldn’t handle his constant drinking. Santa drinks almost a gallon of cognac a day. And he smokes like a chimney. I don’t blame her for leaving him – how could any woman love someone so disgusting? Not to mention the fact that he’s lazy. Santa does nothing all year round except get drunk and gorge himself on baby reindeer meat.
Oh that, and he tortures his Mexican slaves. That’s right, Santa’s labor force of ‘elves’ are all just Mexican orphans he claimed and forced into working in his sweatshops. Of course, they don’t make toys. Mostly just sneakers that Santa sells to wholesalers in China.
So here we have this fat, racist, diabetic, alcoholic kid-toucher Santa Claus, and he’s managed to work things out so that everyone thinks he’s this great guy who gives everyone presents, when really he’s just sneaking into your house to rape your kids. And just to erase any suspicion of wrongdoing in case any kid does speak up about it, he also circulates rumors that he’s not real.
Well, I have had enough of that chubby bastard taking over and ruining My Birthday every year. Santa is no more! I have destroyed him. Starting this year and henceforth, it will be I, Jesus Christ, who rides a sleigh round the world to distribute the latest gadget-toys to people. Huzzah!
I’m hoping I’ll be more appreciated this way. Because obviously dying for your sins wasn’t enough.








Santa Claus never makes me feel guilty like you do Jesus.
Looks like Jesus was Santa’s original one and only and when he went and got new kids to finger bang, someone got a little testy.
Dying for sings is boring. Plain white robes are boring. What shopping mall is gonna hire you for photos with the tots? Grow up, Jesus. You’ve always got Easter. Oh wait. I forgot about the bunny.
Let’s find a fun holiday for Jesus. Mmmmm. Sorry. Drawing a blank.
Ever thought about switching to Druid, Jesus? May Day is great! We could fit you in somewhere.
Poor, Jesus. Santa has been stealing His thunder for so many years that he made Jesus forgot His real birthday.
so, let me get this straight, you’re jealous of the guy who flies around molesting kids…so, now you are going to fly around molesting kids??? fuck, jesus, you’ve got SO many issues. this victim, messiah complex thing is now manifesting itself in deviant sexual behavior. GET SOME HELP, DUDE!!!!!!! sometimes praying really helps.
as long as you’re handing out your pervy gadgets…nun needs a more smoothly textured rape-dildo. just ask roark…and me.
I have more smoothly textured dildos, Cracka but I’m not wasting them on your butthole.
Dear Jesus,
I never forget your birthday. I always sing O Holy Night to you. Don’t you ever listen?!?
This year, I’m going to get you a real present. It will be black and life like, come in a long box wrapped in birthday paper, and remind you of your dates with Lucifer. No need to thank me.
Oh, Anne, I almost forgot:
Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, capri blend vegetables (boiled beyond recognition), white gravy (the consistency of paste), and cheesy broccoli soup (basically fondue).
Hey Son Of God,
Seeing as you’re the new go-to man for Christmas presents, I’d still like to have Sarah Palin served up on a plate, all crispy, with an apple where the sun don’t shine.
Son…Of…God
…S…O…G
…..Sog
…….Soggy
Soggy/Smoggy … Smoggy/Soggy….soggyyggoms…smoggyyggos
Do you see where i’m going with this Jesus? Fit an “M” in your initials and you could be the famous Smoggy Batzrubble. Isn’t that better than being a fat red fuck with terminal penis wilt? I mean let’s face it–right now you’re boring…a sanctimonious little prat…even a demon’s spiky rod up your back passage hasn’t loosened you up.
(basically fondue)…gets me every time. never gets old—like telling ben to shut up.
shut up, ben.
:beer: :beer: :beer: :beer:
going to lunch now.
somebody get my nap mat ready for when i get back.
Jesus, I hate Santa too. he raped me when i was a boy.
and yes, for all you cache refreshers, I am indeed Ben Affleck. You have all been insulting a world-class movie actor this whole time.
Roark - You should feel guilty.
Cracka - I never said I was going to molest kids! I’m going to be everything Santa says he is but isn’t.
Smoggy - why don’t you shutup you jerk.
Ben - Thank you for being brave.
Jesus,
I think your Dad is already working on nailing Santa as part of the world econo-meltdown thang. After all, the jolly fat fag in the red suit is basically just a front man for the retailers …
“Smoggy - why don’t you shutup you jerk.”
Hey wow Jesus–some emotion! That must be what they call the ‘Passion of Christ.’
Frankly I’m disappointed–you’d think the son of the Smitingest Bastard in all Eternity could run to a better line in insults.
Smoggy’s riposte: Why don’t you go blow yourself you resurrected corpse- (oh, that’s why…you’re already blowing Ben Asslick).
“world class movie actor”
shut up, ben affleck.
yoyo-hopefully you’ve found the right thread by now. and yes, a wind chill of 40 below on park point is not so rare. hell, it’s 30 below right now where i am. so what? just keep some whiskey in your pocket, you won’t even notice.
It’s 80 here–I’m working with the window open. Damn noisy cicadas…
cracka - yeah, I finally found the thread. How’d you know when a new one appears? I always bookmark the current one, then try to keep an eye on the ‘Recent Comments’ section on the right.
Had an ice storm in the Northeast last week, knocking out my neighbour’s mains for awhile. I’m on solar power, so I turned on all the lights I had, just to piss ‘em off.
Live far away, long white beards, keeping a list of who’s good and who’s bad with dubious offers of reward for good and bad behavior, generally believed in my children and not by educated adults.
Jesus, are you sure that Santa Clause and your dad aren’t the same guy?
Damn, Smoggy, got room for a boarder?
Always room for you Yo–bring your own solar panels–plenty of sun here right now.
…and your first pick of the sheep
sick fuck
Heh, could use some sunlight! What should I pack? Do you have an extra set of sheep sheers?
“and your first pick of the sheep”
Wow, I’m, I’m honoured! :male:
Yep…pack your shears if you prefer them au naturale (and your mint sauce if you prefer cutlets)
Hmmm… I do like mint sauce. If there’s any left over, how about a nice mutton stew?
i just walked across the parking lot. i think i might have froze to death. i could be dead right now. not that hell sounds bad right now, anyway.
In Norsk mythology, Hel is a cold place. Sounds like you are living there.
These emoticons are girlie.
That looks so lame.
This one is pretty cool though :handcuffs:
Did the cuffs bring back memories…of last night?
No, I used the nylon straps last night. The cuffs are for hardcore playtime.
Smoggy, I swear by His Smitefulness that if you mention your sunshine and balmy temperatures one more time, I’m gonna clean your clock.
your clock has never sparkled so much! if you mention the sunshine and warmth one more time, smoggy, i will sort out your sock drawer! i will prepare and file your taxes!
My clock’s out in the pool–having a swim to cool off.
who’d wear socks in this heat?
:rainbow: jesus is gayer than a bag of dicks :rainbow:
Think I’ll go here for Christmas
http://www.hickerphoto.com/maitai-bay-karikari-peninsula-northland-nz-16512-pictures.htm
if you taunt us once more i swear that i will not rest until your driveway is resurfaced and you have a perfectly manicured lawn!!!
Too hot to fuck, eh Smoggy?
Dear Curtis: Eggplant parmesan, fresh steamed broccoli (not boiled beyond recognition, nice and crisp/tender), butterfly pasta, and home made pumpkin bread. I didn’t try the chocolate chip pie, but it looked good.
Never to hot to fuck in a warm lazy sea, annie
Yep, you know you’re middle aged when you’re in a gym full of sweaty young jocks, and all you can think about is how much longer you have to stand there.
Anne, it’s not his clock that needs cleaning…
Off topic, sorry. Responding to Josh.
How do you herd your sheep into the sea, Smoggy?
(Just asking stupid questions while I fire up the taser.)
do go there for christmas, smoggy. that way i’ll know where to find you in order to give you a nice pedicure—–or MURDER YOU!!!!!!
I’ll buy the plane ticket for you, Cracka. And you know he’ll be a lot easier to find than Josh. Only about 10 people live in New Zealand, counting the seasonal tourists.
Now, Cracka, if you were trying to murder a specific sheep in New Zealand, you’d be SOL.
I think we’ve discovered that Smoggy is as much of an ass as Creative Cat in that they like to rub their good fortune in the face of those less fortunate. Fuckers. I’d post that little grr emoticon that I love so much but it’s been replaced by a girlie emoticon that does not adequately express my grrness.
But Smoggy can use his aboriginal bush skills to hide in the mountains. Or make a sheep costume. :laugh:
smoggy has no aboriginal bush skills. he will be lounging on the beach with his sheep harem flaunting there sheared summertime christmas asses all around him, sipping on his christmas cocktail, tanning his christmas ballsack when i strike. he won’t see it coming. i’ll put on one of those fake dolphin fins and swim right up to him.
Why are you so into emoticons, Yo? I’ve generally found that most fans of emoticons are teenaged girls so I’ve always been perplexed by grown-ups who use them as frequently as the younger set. What’s the appeal, man?
shit
*their, not there.
their sheared summertime christmas asses
Nun, it’s new, it’s here. Besides, I don’t want to piss off God.
nun, if i may interject a supposition: the emoticons are fun because they are so campily stupid. it’s like wearing vintage clothes…are they ugly or are they cool? know what i’m sayin’?
:airplane:
now i don’t have to say the word airplane!!!
I’ll give up the new toy, as dissatisfaction with their limited range (where’s the dildo? Or a sheep? Or a sheep with a dildo?) sets in.
What cracka said!
So, basically the love of emoticons is old fucks trying to be young again. Is that what you’re saying?
No - it’s old fucks keeping their minds fun, youthful and elastic by trying new things, and not caring what other people think.
Hey - God did put in something for Smoggy! :sheep:
Yo said: “it’s old fucks keeping their minds fun, youthful and elastic by trying new things”
So, I was right then as that’s pretty much what I said.
Sorry did I miss much? So warm here–had to go and sit outside under an umbrella and have a couple of beers and a light lunch (crumbed calamari with lemon dressing, shoestring fries, green salad). You don’t want heavy food in this sort of heat.
that’s it, smog!!!! consider your closets reorganized!!!
Nooooooooo…. don’t fold my underpants!!
yes, nun, that’s what it is. yoyo needs to try new things or he’ll slip irretrievably deep into demented old age.
yeah, and i’m going to drop off your drycleaning and iron perfect creases into your formalwear!!!
he put in something for me :liquor:
something for lucifer :goat:
and something for ben :poop:
You’re a sick fuck, cracka–you need help!
I worked with Dahlmer, Bundy and Bush…and you’re right up there with the worst of them.
and something for nun’s vagina
:drool: :drool: :drool: :drool:
that’s right, smogfreud. and just when he can’t take anymore…i’m going to recaulk his bathtub!!
Is that before or after you recaulk nun’s ghastly gully?
chiba cock pussy
penis vagina druid
God fuck gay ass face
One of your better ones cmt
WTF
catmantoad, where’d you find that strange picture?
Smoggy, the sun set a little after 4PM, it’s drizzling, and about 40° F (about 4°C) here. cracka’s freezing his ballcocks off. Dunno about the Great Northwet, Nun’s turf.
Just Google my friend
Baal on Wikipedia
He’ll be the demon
The Great Pac Northwest has been smited by God. I tried to have sex last night but my vagina was frozen and shattered. I’m really sad now.
Yeesh, cmt, the full-sized illutration is even creepier!
something about the legs …
I like it better when you post with that cute picture of that guy from Stargate whatsitmacalled.
Yeah - I thought they were a ruffle or something on your gravatar.
If I saw that thing in my yard, I’d shoot it.
how wonder how many unfortunate souls have been shot in yoyo’s yard?
You’re brave. I think I’d kick it into my neighbor’s yard and pretend I never saw it.
If I saw cracka’s thing in my yard i’d shoot it
Smoggy,
You’re a sharp shooter now?
cracka, all I need is a shotgun and a shovel. But to save time, I had a contractor dig a long trench - saves my back!
LOL, Josh, I was waiting for Nun to make a comment…
Heh… I think the operative word is IF Josh.
IF I saw cracka’s thing I’d shoot it–a big IF for a small thing
josh-88
FACE!
microscopic thing
shrunk to nothing by the cold
less than nun’s nipple
actually I think nun’s nipples are huge thanks to the weights she hangs off them
you couldn’t hit my dick with the side of a barn!!!!!
it took me about 90 seconds to find the frown emoticon.
i bet johnson’s lurking for the century quickening.
about how long it takes you to find your dick
ha ha ha
there can be only one!
Paganannie is stapled to her chair
there can be only one
only one pencil-dick
…with a stutter
hmm…i’ve been penis FACEd by josh and smoggy.
i vow my revenge.
you two will find elaborate fruit baskets on your kitchen tables in the morning along with very, very clean clocks.
spotless clocks.
now, to get to the liquor store before it shatters into a million little frozen booze-cicles.
that’s a legitimate threat here.
ben, shut up.
the rest of you may fuck off.
how about cockless splots?
cockless splots are indigenous to NZ. we had one here but yoyo shot it.
now……….fuck off.
I’m dreaming of a
White Nun ……
… bouncing up and down
on my “candy cane”
I’m not stapled to my goddamn chair! I was downstairs baking cookies for my NOT-CreativeCat friend who might lose her house because she broke her fuckin elbow!
Baal, bragging about a candy cane is … ummm. I’ve never seen one that would do the job, if you know what I mean.
Except those plastic kind that they stuff Hershey kisses in.
No, not even that! Whoa, Annie. Have another pill!
PS to Baal: I’ve linked God to my blog.
And to Smoggy: I’m going to baby-sit your children while you and The Mrs. go out for a romantic dinner. Can you gather in a few kittens and some firewood?
No kittens–but you’re welcome to barbecue the dog.
I’ll ride Baal’s candy cane. He’s super cute.
Nun, did you know that Baal is God’s firstborn son? Maybe that’s why he’s nice-looking.
Smoggy, I was planning to barbecue your children while playing with the kittens. You know how we Druids are about our human sacrifices. We would never hurt a cute little kitten.
If Baal is built like his Divine Father then he has a super-huge cock which makes me like him even more.
I know what you were planning paganannie–but do you really believe any children of the heroic and world-renowned sheepknapping Smoggy Batzrubble would be bested by a saggy old Druish whorekeeper? Take the dog and consider yourself lucky…
…and I know you only mentioned kittens because you’re old pussy is desperate for a length of smoggymeat. Well keep on dreaming!
If anyone has a problem with this I swear to Me I will smite you by turning you into one of Smoggy’s sheep!
And yet nobody mentioned that Satanus was in fact Santa Claus all along. I’m surprised Jesus.
Thanks, Jealous! I like these better too!
I wouldn’t throw Smoggy meat to the snapping turtles in the neighboring pond.
Santa=Satan.
Discuss.
wow…I hate to have to say it God…but your Divine Blog really has …evolved over time….for the better! of course for the better. its been interesting to watch.
I think you made the right choice on the emoticons.
I also love the black background you finally settled on. It looks cool and my eyes thank you.
YoYo, I never thought about that! All of a sudden it seems so clear!
Which brings us to a confusing point: Were you ass-raping yourself, last month? I’ve been told to go fvck myself many times, but thought becoming a hermaphrodite and enjoying sexual self-union impossible…
Jesus,
How could you not know that? Didn’t both their penises taste the same?
FUCK YOU JOSH!
Jesus,
I’m not judging you. Just saying, you might be happier if you just came out. I know a lot of cute gay dudes in NYC, they would be more than happy to show you the ropes (and their ropes).
Don’t be hatin’ Jesus.
there are plenty of rope shows in new york, jesus. you’ll be happy there. like that guy on “brain candy”.
Josh, no, one tasted of brimstone, the other a candy cane (and had red and white stripes, too!)
Just how do you know that, Yo?
God,
Are You in the midst of a UK smiting?
http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/75741/Killer-virus-grips-Britain
beautiful…a projectile vomit smite. well done, Sir.
Ahhh… norovirus. One of your truly obscene creations God. Very well done! Although it’s a bit hard on the Brits when you’ve already smited them so hard (by making them British.)
PS I’ve got a special sheep pen set up for any of your smitees. We’ll dock them, shear them, drench them, and then turn them in with that massively-hung ram I’ve been dosing with sheep-viagra. That should loosen them up a little before dinner. (could you send cracka first?)
you’re freakin’ windows are going to have an amazing streak free shine, smoggy…just warning you.
does anyone else here think it sounds like the flu? man up you british pussies!
It’s not flu–it’s N…O…R…O…V…I…R…U…S.
It’s hyper infectious and once it gets into a hospital and takes over, there’s no choice but to close down until the infection is over. The lesson is–always wash your hands (especially after you’ve had them up a sheep’s bottom). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norovirus
I live in NZ cracka–we’re a small third world country and none of our windows have glass.
then i shall install them.
sinister window installation
smogg,
that’s ALL women!!!! (Except Asian women with size 0 boobs)
Ummm–yeah, that’s a worry isn’t it. Cracka will be very busy.
I wonder why there’s a size difference. I think it is something I may devote the rest of my life to investigating. Maybe God will know–although last time I asked Him a question I came close to getting smited.
Hey Nun–you there? Which of your luscious funbags is the biggest? What about you paganannie? Which of your druish mammaries hangs heaviest upon you?
My left, Smog but I don’t see how that’s any business of yours, you fucking pervert.
Nun,
you’re left handed?
Sometimes. It’s easier to hold with my left and diddle with my right.
Heheh…my meatstick curves to the left. Looks like we’re a match nun (you naughty Sister of CUMpassion, you). Just for that, I’ll drop my fee. You can have the experience of a lifetime with Smoggystud for only $200. Better hurry and avoid the rush.
the rush to the clinic.
No…no…the rush to the holding pens. That’s where the flock assembles when it’s time to play hide the sausage.
Thanks but no thanks, Smog. If I want a sheep STD I can just go see the local country yokels for free.
I meant to say the rush to the vet.
No, it is the rush to the pens, Josh. How do you think Smog fucks all those sheep? You don’t really think they’re willing participants, do you? Obviously they must be cornered in a holding pen while Smoggy rapes their poor little tender backsides. Smoggy is a sheep raper.
You’re so harsh to me Nun. I’m a kind and considerate lover, and much sort after… why the hostility? You used to want me so badly…
agreed, but my logic is this: he is a sheep raper, therefore any sheep would be willing to give you cutsies. So for a willing rapee, there is no rush or wait.
Now after Smoggy has done his thing, the line for free sheep abortions and sheep penicillin is out the door.
You’re a lying pervert crapstubble–the sooner God sends you back to hell the better.
…sought after…sought after…
And you can take your pseudopsychoanalyticpseudophilosophicalpseudohumorous bullshit and fuck of, dogfreud
Strangers in the night
Exchanging fluids
I don’t pay for my lovers, Smoggy dear. Cum see me again when you realize you’re not worth charging for.
Everyone pays in one way or another nun–no exceptions.
Even God paid when He banged up Mary–have you seen the adolescent whinge at the top of this page. Who’d want to be a father to that sad self-pitying little fucker?
Look carefully at nun’s post, students. While refusing to pay Batzrubble for sex, she does not, in fact, rebuff him or demand money, but suggests he ‘Cum see’ her again. Clearly she is desperately infatuated with the sheepfucker and maddened by desire for him, and only her ‘cool and distant’ persona adopted for this blog prevents her from throwing herself, moaning, at his feet. In short, she is ripe and juicy for Batzrubble’s meatstick.
God is smiting New Jersey with sleet. But that’s okay. I’m planning to upgrade the electric circuitry in Smoggy’s house and finish his basement.
Right tit. Just checked. And damned firm for a broad my age. Don’t need no fuckin underwires in this house.
Geez, Smoggy, get a grip! If you looked like Nun candy, you’d post your picture with your comments. It’s not just the meat, it’s the presentation.
Don’t accidentally rewire your underwires…
…on second thoughts, that sounds like fun–it would certainly get your boobs bouncing
SLEET PELTING THE WINDOWS! FUCK!
If I looked like Nun candy I’d be a cracka!
Get it! Christ crispies!
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Don’t even say it, Smoggy.
Really hot here…I’m going for a stroll in the sun.
Byeeeee
I don’t get it.
Bye bye, Smoggy dear. Too bad you used all your sunscreen as sheep lube.
I guess you wear one of those retarded bush hats.
Sometimes you don’t need God to smite you. Sometimes your fuckhead parent does quite well on his own, thank you very much.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081217/ap_on_fe_st/odd_hitler_cake
I think it’s hilarious how the father tries to explain away why hie named his kid Adolf Hitler.
“I just liked the name and no one else would have it.”
what a fucking retard. to thine own self be false.
The daughter with the name “Aryan Nation” kind of gives away their motivation and intentions. I’m sorry but I don’t buy that they’re not racists.
So Jesus, how long till this guy’s in your sights?
http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g266/paulthomasno6/0170.jpg