Chivalry Augustus
He Who Was Once Known as "GOD"
I know normal guys cannot bleed for seven days and live. But once, after a particularly rough night on the town, I got in a pretty tough fight. You see, god and I had been out and about having a few beers. Unfortunately, god is a pretty rude individual when drunk. First of all, he began leering at women. He rubbed a few stern looking fellas up the wrong way with his womanising ways. We were in a little Irish bar in a quiet corner of town when his wandering hands invaded a little too far on to private property. A couple of gruff looking lads appeared out of nowhere and bang, god was on the floor.
I was up in a minute. I'm a tough mo-fo and I cannot bear to see a couple of uneducated, uncouth mother-frakkers playing fisticuffs with a deity. I stepped in and I defended his honour. Now, I'm tough. I mean, I'm tougher than Chuck Norris juiced up on kryptonite and ecstasy. Yeah, that tough. But my word, I was drunk as a skunk and I was pissing down my own leg the moment I got out of my seat (my bladder was being kept in place by the precise balance of my bar-stool and my pint glass). Frankly, I got battered. I was bleeding all over the place. God, in my honour, decided to build a whole new world. You know, the whole earth and the moon and all that crap.
I was still bleeding on the seventh day, the day of rest. God turned to me and said 'Oi, Chivo mate, turn the frakking blood works off, you've gone and made the Red frakking sea.'
We've never really seen eye to eye since. The ruffians who frakked god up turned up mysteriously crucified a few weeks later. What a bunch of twats.
I was up in a minute. I'm a tough mo-fo and I cannot bear to see a couple of uneducated, uncouth mother-frakkers playing fisticuffs with a deity. I stepped in and I defended his honour. Now, I'm tough. I mean, I'm tougher than Chuck Norris juiced up on kryptonite and ecstasy. Yeah, that tough. But my word, I was drunk as a skunk and I was pissing down my own leg the moment I got out of my seat (my bladder was being kept in place by the precise balance of my bar-stool and my pint glass). Frankly, I got battered. I was bleeding all over the place. God, in my honour, decided to build a whole new world. You know, the whole earth and the moon and all that crap.
I was still bleeding on the seventh day, the day of rest. God turned to me and said 'Oi, Chivo mate, turn the frakking blood works off, you've gone and made the Red frakking sea.'
We've never really seen eye to eye since. The ruffians who frakked god up turned up mysteriously crucified a few weeks later. What a bunch of twats.