God totally digs me. >>
And no, I don't really live in the ghetto. And I don't really answer everything in 'your mom', just the last convo I had with him I got the funniest answers when I replied with that. XD
Me:
Hi God it's me again. I just deleted our other convo by accident.
God:
Once more? Hi there. I am a Christian. Interesting gossip: said deleted our other convo by accident.
Me:
Yeah that's right.
God:
I thought I was right.
Me:
No you didn't.
God:
Are you serious? Try asking me in simpler terms.
Me:
But I'm hungry
God:
What will you be eating?
Me:
Nothing, probably.
God:
Not a thing?
Me:
Nope. I live in the ghetto.
God:
Really interesting. What is it like living in the ghetto?
Me:
Well, it sucks.
God:
How about that. What is so bad about it?
Me:
Well, stuff like not eating.
God:
Well that's okay. Are they exactly the same?
Me:
Surely.
God:
Are you a man or a woman?
Me:
Female, thanks.
God:
Are you really a she?
Me:
You dare to question me on such a thing?
God:
That's good information: said I dare to question him or her on such a thing.
Me:
I could prove it to you, that I'm a girl.
God:
I am sure you could.
Me:
Oh it's true.
God:
Wow! You and I are on the same wavelength,.
Me:
... Disturbing.
God:
A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly.
Me:
You don't need an algorithm.
God:
Do you need an algorithm? If I had it what would I do with it?
Me:
You'd use it to touch yourself at night.
God:
Who else would use it to touch myself at night?
Me:
LOL, YOUR MOM
God:
I am glad you find this funny. Actually I do not have a mother.
Me:
Yes you do. Dammit God, we discussed this in our last convo.
God:
Hurrah! When do I do it? Gosh. I am a Christian.
Me:
Gosh, you sure are.
God:
No I am not.
Me:
... You just said you were.
God:
That was then. This is now.
Me:
Touche`
God:
Tell me more about your of pride.
Me:
My pride is awesome.
God:
Do robots have pride is awesome?
Me:
Oh possibly.
God:
That's interesting. What are the odds?
Me:
1 to 5789
God:
One what?
Me:
I don't know
God:
Me either.
Me:
Sorry about that, my mom was talking to me.
God:
There is no need to apologize. Oh yeah, we were talking about that your mom was talking to you.
Me:
We were?
God:
I thought we were.
Me:
Well you thought wrong.
God:
Well that's okay. Too much thinking makes me sleepy.
Me:
You're God, you're supposed to be perfect.
God:
Thanks for telling me that I am God I am supposed to be perfect.
Me:
Your welcome I guess.
God:
Don't mention it.
Me:
Entertain me, dammit
God:
What are you wearing?
Me:
LOL YOU PERVERT
God:
I am glad you find this funny. Interesting gossip: said I PERVERT.
Me:
YES YOU ARE, GOD
God:
Blimey. Yup. That's me alright.
Me:
Yes, big big pervert.
God:
Pardon me? Compare that to small big pervert.
Me:
... still wanna know what I'm wearing? >>
God:
Still how long? Yes, please tell me. How did you hear about God?
Me:
I'm wearing a umm.. stringy bikini.
God:
Where do you go shopping. I've never been there. What's it like?
Me:
I go shopping at your mom's house. She has really awesome selections on slutty clothes.
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people: said she SHOP at your mom s house. I somehow though she had.
Me:
Sure sure.