Not literally Jesus, as in the son of god, obviously. Just someone who’s name is Jesus. And not that I am intending on having any children, even at the ripe age of 27 my biological clock is FAR from ticking.
It just randomly enetered my head, that it would be GREAT VALUE walking around carrying Jesus’s baby – oh the fun I could have!
I had a great conversation with an equally random friend of mine when I mentioned it to her…
HER: So, how you been?
ME: Great – got my lawn done. Oh, and I decided that if i have a baby, I want the father to be Jesus
HER: Am guessing you don’t mean the son-of-god Jesus? Because you know he’s dead right?
ME: Sure, just any guy called Jesus will do.
HER: Oh! Then you could be all like, hey, I am carrying Jesus’s baby, out my way Biartch!
ME: Exactly… and when he is born, we could call him Jesus Jnr.
HER: Okay, so I guess you have a passport right? First stop Mexico!
ME: No, I will have to get a passport… Actually, why don’t you just get pregnant and call YOUR baby Jesus?
HER: Great idea! Then I could be carrying Jesus himself!
ME: And I could be his god mother. Imagine, Jesus’s godmother. Of course, I’d want to be a fairy godmother…
HER: Of course, I will even get you a costume. And swear not to let the men in white suits take you away.
ME: I love you.
I really love it when my friends understand me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside… Or maybe that’s just the medication.