My brother now looks like Jesus. I’m basing this observation from the pictures on the Jesus calendars, of course, where Jesus has long curly hair, his hands held out, halo of light behind him. My brother, similary, has curly hair and since last year has been growing it long. He thinks he looks, to quote him, ‘great‘. To the rest of the world, he decidedly looks the opposite.
Please, cut your hair, we all beg him.
Why, he replies. I think I look ‘great’.
Please, my mother begged. Cut your hair.
But I look ‘great’.
Cut your hair. It’s disgusting.
You don’t fool me. I know I look ‘great’.
In addition to this, we hardly see him in the evenings, because he likes to party with random people all night long. He comes home in the morning and goes to sleep late into the afternoon. Aside from looking like Jesus, he performs various miracles. His universal excuse whenever he goes out is that it’s a random friend’s birthday and they’re going to celebrate. If you keep careful track, you will discover that his friends celebrate their birthdays five times a year. A miracle!
Hence, I now baptise him Partyjesus.
Amen.
