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God, Monsters, & Antigrav Underwear
God, Monsters, & Antigrav Underwear
God, Monsters, & Antigrav Underwear
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God, Monsters, & Antigrav Underwear

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Are you feeling down? Unhappy? Do you get your recommended daily dose of guffawing? Pick up this book and you will find God’s eating habits, a vampire birthday party, civil rights for zombies, a funeral parlor with an unusual side business, love gone horribly wrong, the unofficial history of the Fourth of July, and many other strange and twisted oddities. Not recommended for reading at work, in a courtroom, at your parole hearing, or any other location where uncontrollable giggling is frowned upon.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRobin Reed
Release dateDec 13, 2013
ISBN9780989924825
God, Monsters, & Antigrav Underwear
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Robin Reed

Robin Reed lives somewhere in the vicinity of Los Angeles, with cats.

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    God, Monsters, & Antigrav Underwear - Robin Reed

    God, Monsters, and Antigrav Underwear

    Cartoons and Humor by

    Robin Reed

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2013 Robin Reed

    The illustrations and columns are works of fiction. All characters, situations, and dialog are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to events or to persons or to deities, living, dead, undead, or omniscient, is strictly coincidental.

    No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher.

    Miracle, Don’t Try, and Cavemen first published in National Lampoon Favorite Cartoons of the 21st Century.

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    Contents

    God

    Love and Family

    Holidays

    Monsters

    Dark

    Money

    Doctors

    Technology

    Animals

    Everything Else

    About Robin Reed

    God

    In His Image

    And God said , Let us make man in our image, after our likeness

    This incomplete sentence from Genesis tells us a lot of stuff about God. If God made man in His image, then logically God is pretty much the shape and size of a male human being. Here He is, creator of an infinite universe, winner of the All Powerful Being of the Year award, and by his own account, he looks pretty much like your uncle Morty.

    So, what we know is, God eats. Can you doubt it? Why would He make humans eat if He doesn’t? I mean, there He is, working on the blueprints for His greatest creation, and He decides to make His creatures shove plants and animal tissue into their mouths on a regular basis. Wouldn’t that thought gross God out if He didn’t do it himself?

    Then the question comes up of what God eats. Does He have a little cosmic garden out back with cosmic zucchini and cosmic tomatoes? Does He hunt cosmic deer or raise cosmic cattle? Does He cook? Does He eat out much? Order pizza? Is He a good tipper? The Bible doesn’t say, so let’s move on. Now, once humans have shoved stuff into their mouths, most of it comes out the other end. Once again, we have to infer, no matter how much it may offend some of you, that God poops. Think about it. He designed us, in His image, with all the power of the universe at His beck and call, and the best way He can imagine to rid our bodies of waste is to push it out holes in our backsides. Why not have a cosmic teleportation organ in each of us that sends waste to a faraway poopy planet? Or make us one hundred percent efficient in the processing of our food so there is no waste? We have to assume that our insides are as much in His image as our outsides.

    This leaves us contemplating the type of toilet that God uses. I like to think He has one of those fancy Japanese toilets that clean His cosmic poopy-hole with warm water and air. Hey, He’s God, he can afford it. I also infer that, since no Mrs. God is ever mentioned in the Bible, that God can pee standing up and never has to put down the toilet seat.

    As long as we’re talking about pee, I wonder if God has a swollen prostate. He’s usually portrayed as an old guy. Does He have to get up several times a night to empty his cosmic bladder?

    Don’t get mad at me if you don’t like this line of thought. I’m just being logical. If we are in His image, then He is in ours. He probably also belches, farts, scratches Himself, and falls asleep watching TV. After all, he has no Mrs. God to make him get up and take the trash out.

    You men are probably saying, He can belch and scratch and watch TV at all hours and never put the toilet seat down and there is no Mrs. God? He really does live in Heaven.

    Soul for Sale

    The other day I decided to sell my soul to the devil. The only problem was, I had no idea how to contact the devil, or even the closest regional manager of Hell, Inc. It’s not like the devil is listed in the yellow pages, unless you count the listing for Microsoft.

    I thought of trying the internet. Hell must have a web page. Any web site name I would be likely to try, though, like sellmysoul.com, faustianbargain.com, or lickmedaddy.com would probably just lead me to a porn site. Oh, I’m sorry, that last one IS my favorite porn site. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.

    However, there I was on the internet, and

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