"Where's the Jesus?"
"The Jesus... oh we cleaned it up real good, the whole car has been detailed since you saw it yesterday."
"Oh, well, I don't know..."
"Say, I saw some air fresheners at the gas station across the street and I'm sure the Holy Mother was one of them."
"No, see there was this Jesus on the dash of this car, and it bounced around, it was stuck on right in the middle."
"You can't even tell, hey? The guys do a great job detailing. No marks anywhere on the dash."
"I really liked that Jesus. I'd like that Jesus back if I can get it."
"I don't know, maybe the Holy Mother is better, no?"
"No. I don't think so. I don't think I can buy this car after all."
"What if I can find the Jesus for you?"
"Then we have a deal. I'll buy it if it has the Jesus. You have to install it again though, just like it was. I like my Jesus bouncing around on the dash of my car. If I can't have that, then no deal."
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Conversations Around the Holy Hand Grenade
PoetryA lot of people are confused. These are stories about people that might be confused, except for the ones who are not confused, and their friends, and some acquaintances.
