Angel: Fifty bucks you can’t hit those two Aussie drivers at the same time.
God: You fuckin’ kidding me? Look at all those trees. It’d be a slam-dunk.
Angel: Do it then.
God: I’m gonna. [blows down all the trees]
Angel: HA! Grease my palms, bitch.
God: Fuck you. Here. [Hands him fifty-dollar bill].
Angel: What the—fifty Aussie bucks? Fuck you.
God: Hey, that’s good ice cream money.
Angel: Ice cream, my holy ass. I’m going to Chicago and getting myself some H.
God: Whatever. Just be back in time to help me with orientation.
Angel: How many newcomers tonight?
God: Haven’t counted.
Angel: Well, whatever it is, I guess it’ll be two less than you planned, eh?
God: Fuck you.
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