tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882165486994692239.post4230535412317140505..comments2023-10-07T18:05:08.760+03:00Comments on Calvinistic Cartoons: Random Word Writing Challenge #13Eddie Eddingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15864410680077755048noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882165486994692239.post-3878162563277475512011-06-17T20:54:26.232+03:002011-06-17T20:54:26.232+03:00@Joel: Nice work. If only there were more Mr. Timn...@Joel: Nice work. If only there were more Mr. Timn videos to parody.mikew116https://www.blogger.com/profile/15904946581928823933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882165486994692239.post-50610340924116598732011-06-17T07:07:54.392+03:002011-06-17T07:07:54.392+03:00Christian Cruise Lines
An actor once slept on a c...Christian Cruise Lines<br /><br />An actor once slept on a cruise ship<br />A Christian theme sailed this week<br />On stage the singers wore halos<br />Off stage 'twas the pubs they'd seek.<br /><br />On Thursday the singers would use him<br />As an extra in some of their skits.<br />Christ died for this actor's salvation,<br />So why did he revel like this?<br /><br />Fine dining and wining, swimming and sun tans<br />Our actor awoke with a fright.<br />A pain on his leg and a scratch with his hand,<br />Saw a leech had latched on in the night.<br /><br />Then he realized, "I need to resign once ashore.<br />I won't be asleep in the light anymore.<br />I'll suffer for Jesus and spread the good news.<br />Perhaps get a real job. I've got nothing to lose."Meghan Newhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10831662232205100325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882165486994692239.post-87395383774739203222011-06-17T06:52:26.134+03:002011-06-17T06:52:26.134+03:00"This won't turn me into a Calvinist axe ..."This won't turn me into a Calvinist axe murderer like Calvin, will it?" he demanded.<br /><br />...love it.Eddie Eddingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15864410680077755048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882165486994692239.post-6767217903974227302011-06-17T04:57:39.781+03:002011-06-17T04:57:39.781+03:00^ There are some errors above. Forgive me.
I hope...^ There are some errors above. Forgive me.<br /><br />I hope it doesn't cause too much trauma.Joel Garnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940642789214543730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882165486994692239.post-77090050065206802022011-06-17T04:57:02.472+03:002011-06-17T04:57:02.472+03:00Wesley N. Stops in Again
I was watering my window...<i>Wesley N. Stops in Again</i><br /><br />I was watering my window plants like I did every afternoon. Only this time, I'd be getting another visit from Wesley N.<br /><br />"Can I help you?" a disturbingly familiar voice inquired, coming from a head that popped up at my window, right behind the plants.<br /><br />"Not you again..." I groaned. "You're an actor or something, aren't you?"<br /><br />"An actor?" he repeated in horror. "Say that one more time, boy, and you'll be sprouting halos!"<br /><br />"What kind of a threat is that?"<br /><br />"Do I look like a threat?"<br /><br />"Not really. You look like a leech at the moment, actually."<br /><br />"It's a worm costume, sonny; not a leech! There is a difference."<br /><br />"I hope you slept well last night," the demented visitor chuckled, his arms now crossed on top of the flower box. <br /><br />"I did, actually. Did you enjoy the Billy Graham sermon?"<br /><br />He snorted. "It was terrible. He didn't even quote John 3:16 a dozen times! Sickening. They threw me out when I started screaming it."<br /><br />I cleared my throat, trying to hide my surprise. "Well, uhh, Mister Wesley N., I really need to get back to watering my flowers."<br /><br />"You got any milk, man? Because I could really go for a milk - man!"<br /><br />Rolling my tongue around a bit in my mouth, a disturbed look on my face, I nodded. "There's some chocolate Nesquik in the..."<br /><br />"Thank you kindly!" he told me as he hopped over the flower box, stepping into my sink, then hopping onto the floor. I watched in shock as he swung open the refrigerator, grabbed a 16oz bottle of chocolate milk, tore off the protective plastic, opened it, and guzzled it down in record time.<br /><br />"Ahh!" he sighed in delight. "Minty fresh!"<br /><br />"Minty fresh? It's chocolate!"<br /><br />"I just ate a breath mint, boy. It was minty, so everything's minty." <br /><br />"Was it...satisfactory?" <br /><br />The madman threw the empty bottle on the floor, rushed over to me, and looked me straight in the eye, his face less than an inch from mine.<br /><br />"This won't turn me into a Calvinist axe murderer like Calvin, will it?" he demanded.<br /><br />I shook my head slightly. "Not...likely. I don't think that's on the label. Maybe they left it off, though."<br /><br />He sighed. "Oh, alright. Thanks for the milk, man!"<br /><br />With that, he took off, jumping out the window, leaving me behind in utter and complete shock. Then I heard his voice again.<br /><br />"JOHN 3:16, CALVINIST BOY!"<br /><br />Then, he was gone. Another meeting with the delightful Wesley N.<br /><br />(Inspired by Julian Smith)Joel Garnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940642789214543730noreply@blogger.com