“The Words of the Prophets are Written on the Restroom Walls”

Find here, the inspiration of the clueless, who thought, for one mistaken moment, that they actually had a clue.

Actually, it was probably just gas.

Swycaffer’s Lament:

One day, a little girl was sitting with her puppy and her kitten when a little boy came and sat beside her.

She noticed that he had big painful injuries on the palms of his hands, and on his bare feet.

'I bet you're Jesus,' she said, and gave him cookies.

He looked at her very oddly, but took the cookies and thanked her.

One day, when the little girl was a full-bloomed adolescent, she was sitting in the park, with her old dog, who had just had puppies, and her old cat, which had just had kittens, when a teenage boy came up beside her.

She noticed that he had healed wounds on the palms of his hands, and on his bare feet.

‘You look familiar,’ she said, as the dog began to growl. ‘I know! You’re Jesus!’

And he said, ‘No, I just want to sample your cookies again.’

‘PERVERT!’ she screamed, as he got up in a panic and began to run away.

The dog and all the little puppies bit him on the heels as he ran, and she threw a few hissing kittens at his departing back, just for good measure.

The moral of this simple tale is plain: If you are clueless and you know it clap your hands… no, wait. If you’re clueless and you know it, don’t let anybody sample your cookies. You might lose a cat.