Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Me:
So when's the apocalypse due?
God:
Oh. When is not the important thing. What's
important is what we do with the time we are give.
Me:
Is the new Sisters of Mercy album going to arrive before the end of the world?
God:
If it is, then I'll be very surprised.
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:Me:
wotcha god, gis a fag.
God:
Tell me more about your .
Me:
my what ?
God:
I have no idea what to say now.
Me:
so much for omnipotence.
That's because during the Babylonian Confusion, it seems you were right at the epicentre of the whole thing... or as Herr Blast once said:
Well I had a right good 15 mins blather ... seems there are no chaise longues in heaven and he hasn't ironed in over 6 months. Apparently, Jesus DOES want me for a sunbeam and I'm one of the politest people he's chatted with.
And orange is probably his favourite colour
I may shoot the breeze with him again.
Five cups of coffee just to be myself...when I'd rather be somebody else
