It's the end of something.
Our good friend, Jeff Shelby, alerted The Planet to this holy relic because he knows that you, The Planeteers, are always on the lookout for signs of salvation, no matter where they occur.
This time the news comes from Bits & Pieces and I could not thank them, or Jeff, enough.
There on this sacred canine keister is our Lord and Savior, beaming out for all who have the lights to see and the courage to welcome Him into their hearts in whatever guise He takes.
This, Dear Readers, is surely another sign of the end times. For we have witnessed His Holy Visage on a tomato, a tortilla and now this, the south end of a north-bound pooch.
This raises two important questions:
1. Will those vacant-eyed worshippers of window stains and tree trunks now be following this terrier's backside all over town in hope of a "blessing?"
2. Just how much pot do you have to smoke before you see Jesus on your dog's ass?
The end is near, Planeteers. Bow down, bow down.
But, uh, not so close.
5 comments:
As Vern would say: "That dog must be from Ohio, they's an O under his tail."
I knew I was sending this to the right person...
Hey, Rick Santorum! What wrong with lovin' the Lord?
Finding God in a dog's asshole. There's something poetic about that.
I don't see it. But then, I am a godless asshole.
Did you know Stephen wrote a book called Wondering If There's A Dog? It's a must read.
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