After the first 2,000 years of his first shift as a Religious Symbol, Jesus is ready for his first real break time. He's been working his ass off to try and get the mortal world straightened back out in his father's name and he's been banking on his prize, the delicious taste of the Gloreo's cookies. There's only one problem, some asshole down on Earth totally horked them from his locker!
Now, the Crew of the Betty White is all that stands between Humanity and the destructive might of the Host of Heaven.
M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He's tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he's not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.
Definitely not for everyone. But if you are looking for some off the wall humor that will make your stomach hurt from laughing, you must read this short story.