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One day, God was pretty damn bored. "Jesus Christ, this place is boring," he said in a booming voice. "Yeah, so? Whaddya want ME to do about it?" asked his son.
"Here's whatcha do," said the Lord. "First, get them three New York kids and get 'em to go to school in Beantown. Next, convince some foolish station to give them airtime. Let these children of mine either please or piss off their listeners, and all will be well."
Christ approved the idea begrudgingly. "That's all well and good, but what exactly will they do on this show that will enrage my brethren so?"
"Simple, my son," said God. "They'll waste time. I shall give them occasional music to give them some semblance of professionalism, but their work must remain unproductive."
"Sounds good, dad," spoke Jesus. "But which of them shall lead this train wreck?"
"I've kinda got my eye on that skinny kid; he seems to like talking a lot. That blonde kid with the Brillo for hair would just piss off everyone, and that other girl doesn't seem to talk much," He said.
"Brilliant, Dad! It'll be just like Heaven!"
"No, son. It'll be ROCK HEAVEN. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a newly-divorced homeless guy down there that's got 'Meteorite to the Head' written ALL OVER HIM."
Latest update: Jan. 18, 2001A
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