I the beginning, there was the first blog post. When God looked upon it, (in this story, God will be played my Morgan Freeman since God does a lot of talking and Morgan does a lot of narrating…) He was pleased. He said to himself, “God Self, even though it’s extremely late at night, the fascination of running My own website is to much fun for me to turn away from and go back to work narrating the sequel to March of The Penguins and Shawshank Redemption 2, Shawshank Redemptionier. No (or possibly neigh, depending on your translation), I shall stay here and labor until these words make no sense at all unless properly decoded by those having the depth, insight, and intoxication level to translate. Actually, check that, Talladaga Nights in rerunning on cable and that part where Ricky Bobby gets mauled by the cougar always makes me laugh till mana spits out my nose. I gotta call JC, he loves this movie. Peace be with you.” And then God rested, and text messaged, and enjoyed his creation of modern Cinema and also various forms of jerky and processed snack spreads because, being God, he does not worry about cholesterol, not since Oprah told him about the Acacia berry diets. Amen.
