The angel sighed and took of his glasses.  Placing them down on the podium
in front of him, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then glared.
    
"So.  What do you have to say in defense of this...'life' you led?"

"Look, I'm telling you, those aardvarks liked the cattle prods and the lime
green jello..."

The angel blinked. "Umm...that wasn't what i was refering to..."

"Oh, then you must be talking about the pyro-necro-bestio-pedaphilia," the
man said, a thoughtful look on his face.

The angel double-blinked. "The what?"

"Pyro-necro-bestio-pedaphilia. You know, sex with dead underage flaming
animals."

The angels jaw dropped. "Uh...that's not..."

"Is it the 27 nuns I pushed off a cliff that summer?"

"Uh..."

"Or that stint I did selling crack at that pre-school?"

"Ah..."

"Or the time I spiked the city blood supply with bubonic plague?"

"Oy..."

"Or the time I walked used that weedwhacker to..."

"Stop! Just stop!"

"What?" yelled the man, confused. "I was just trying to help speed things
up...what were you refering to anyway?"

"I was refering to the fact that you hardly ever called your mother."

"Oh...crap, you didn't know about that other stuff, did you?"

"Nope."

"I'm going to hell, right?"

"Damn skippy."

*******************

An "I'm not Insane, I'm Just Misunderstood by a Society Unwilling and
Unable to Accept Those Who Are Different" Production

By Jesse Ellman (je34@cornell.edu)

"Drink Black Death Beer. It wiped out a third of Europe; What'll it do to
you?"


The Sunburst Project, Week 2
http://www.chaoseed.com/btr/sbp/
3/23/00