A Conversation Between Angels XXIII

“Hello Tom.”

“Hello Tim.”

“How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Same as yours, we died.”

“No I mean how were you served up?”

“You know, the usual. Flipped over, stuffed, legs tied and then flopped down on the table to be pawed over by a huge family that really all could be on a diet. You?”

“I ended up being used to feed the homeless. Very quiet and grateful.”

“Oh great, going straight for the sainthood. Always the over-achieving brother.”

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4 thoughts on “A Conversation Between Angels XXIII

  1. Pretty funny!

  2. Amen!

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