The night I found Jesus

I was out at the clubs with a couple of friends, as befits a Friday evening. We had just been to watch the Laughing Samoans give a benefit performance for the WOWS (not World of Warcrafts). They were hilarious.

It was early saturday morning, when I met Jesus, outside of O'Reillys. I had escaped the hot, gyrating mob and gone outside to have a quiet smoko. You know that a nightclub is packed when you have to do that.

He was crossing the street with a couple of ladies, about to go and perform miracles, no doubt. I stopped him with a tap on the shoulder.

"Hey Jesus, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, hey Albert! Having a good night?"

"Um, yeah I guess. But seriously, aren't you supposed to return for that Rapture thing? What's going on with that?"

"Oh, yeah. Totally gonna do that soon, I guess. Maybe. Probably not, anyway, I gotta go take these lovely ladies and show them the Lords Love, if you know what I mean."

"That's cool Jesus, that's cool. Mind if I get a picture with you for the ol' blog?"

"Awesome Cake? Sweet ME! That would be would all kinds of cool."