Hey, how’s it going? I saw this card and I couldn’t resist. I was waiting on a flight out of Hawaii and spotted it in the duty-free shop. Isn’t it a hoot? It’s called “First the Feet”. I sent one to My boy, Hippie Jesus, too. He probably won’t think it’s as funny as you and I do, but, hey – it’s time He lightened up about taking a few odd’s bodkins through the ulnas. I mean, every deity has an initiation ceremony when They join the club, right? Hell, His brother, Republican Jesus, had to give a huge donation to a charity for the poor – anonymously! Now that must have been painful; am I right?
Anyhoo, I’m sorry you missed the big luau here this week, but it’s probably for the best. Fabulinus & Vagitanus dropped by and it might have been awkward, seeing as how They’re Children’s Gods. They tend to feel that pedarast-enablers are kind of offensive. Live and let live is My motto; so long as the brand loyalists keep tithing to pay for My vacations, of course.
They’re boarding My flight, so I’ve got to go. I just thought you’d get a kick out of the card. Maybe you can squeeze in a trip to the Museion and see the real thing, eh?
Wish You Were Here,