God: Your car sucks, Noah

Lemme fix it for ya

What do you call a secretary car up to its windows in water? Not enough water!

Surf’s Way, Way Up.

God:  An Esprit?  Really?  Not even a V-8 Trans Am?
Noah: We build Excrement Excitement?
God:  Couple more gallons ought to do it…
Noah: *mutters* asshole
God:  Excuse me?
*thunder and tectonic rumbling ensue*
Noah:  Look!  Two squirrels!

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