Cheeto Jesus

03.27.08 | 9 Comments

It’s Cheesus!

(Hat tip to my fundy plant.)

On 03.27.08 ogre wrote these pithy words:
Oh. My.

What a friendflavor we have in Cheesus.

I can’t imagine a divine image made from industrial waste. Can’t. You do know there’s a reason those things are colored International Orange, right? That’s a warning. Kind of like poison arrow frogs; DO NOT EAT THIS!

One last remark:
Cheetos never prophet.
On 03.27.08 Kurt Vonnegut Jr. wrote these pithy words:
It’s cheesy. . . ;-)
On 03.29.08 Robyn Renee Riley wrote these pithy words:
Who knows what is (was) in my cheetos. I shove them in my mouth too fast. I would have eaten Jesus.
On 03.29.08 chutney wrote these pithy words:
Oh no! Don’t eat Jesus!
On 03.29.08 ogre wrote these pithy words:
Don’t eat Jesus?

What have you got against taking communion?

(I’m just trying to figure out what it is–not body, not blood… um, what IS it?)
On 03.30.08 chutney wrote these pithy words:
So if a Cheeto is the body, what’s the blood?
On 03.31.08 chutney wrote these pithy words:
I got it: the blood is Red Bull. (It gives you wings!)
On 03.31.08 ogre wrote these pithy words:
oh lord.

Isn’t Red Bull rather Mithraic?

The idea of cheez-food flavored syrofoam and hyper-caffeinated beverage as communion is about enough to make me rethink the basic sanity of the Cathar perfecti. Just stop eating…
On 03.31.08 chutney wrote these pithy words:
It’s Xtreme Communion, dude!

Making Chutney