Sweet Sweet Sunday

Dear Jesus Lover,

the Lord is happy that Sunday is here again!  Over the centuries He has been bombarded with prayers for a 5 Sunday week.  The shambolic Sunday last week has made Him reconsider His answer, maybe more Sundays in a week is beneficial so that you may effectively make up for poor judgement calls.

He makes up for the last chaotic Sunday by heading to the pub for a few games of pool and a few cold pints.

He loves a game of pool.  Balls, sticks, bending over, chalk action and bum cracks!   ♥

Jesus sometimes can’t cheer up the genetically miserable.

Rock on,

Wheeze & SQueak 

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A Sunday Kind of Love

Dear Jesus Lover,

the Messiah was listening to some classic tunes* in the shower and was inspired.  He too needs “a love to last past Saturday night” and He’s “hoping to discover a certain kind of lover“.  The firefighters got Him all hot and bothered under the collar.  He decided to take an aimless stroll to let of some steam.

Choosing the right path is always difficult.  Left or right?

He ended up here!  (Sydney’s Kings Cross!!)

We cannot go into detail how He ended up here.  Everyone has shameful moments, He is no exception.

His Holiness apologises for the lack of continuity in the photographic material.  He had a bout of post coital dysphoria** and deeply regrets his actions.  Can’t always love ’em and leave ’em!  He has resolved that next Sunday he will go to the pub and play pool instead.

Rock on,

Wheeze & SQueak

*Etta James’ Sunday Kind of Love.  Available free for your listening pleasure at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfNLspDL3ns

**Post coital dysphoria:  Occurs post satisfactory nookies when a person should normally feel a sense of general well-being and experience muscular and physiological relaxation.  Sufferers become depressed, tense, anxious, irritable and show psychomotor agitation.  Sufferers often want to get away from the nookied and may become verbally or even physically abusive.  The disorder is more common in men.

The Lord’s Day

Dear Jesus Lover,

it’s the Sabbath, a day I have sanctified just for you, strangers and your animals to put your feet up and do SFA*.  Appreciate my wisdom and heed my word. I have forbidden you to cook, carry burdens or load your animals.  Instead enjoy a Sunday roast, complete with Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes and garden vegetables.  Wash this fine meal down with beer and continue doing SFA* for your time is limited and you will soon be required to graft again.

Yorkshire puddings will rise before me.

Do not load your animals.  Find better uses for them.

Rock on,

Wheeze & SQueak

*SFA = Sweet Fuck All