from The Church of the Comic Spirit

Abram: Come right in, sir, come right on in.

God comes in and sits down at the table.

Abram: Getcha a glass of Mogen David, sir? . . . Oh I forgot, you don’t drink.

God: Now that you mention it, I think I will have an earthen pot of the stuff . . . just to celebrate the deal.

Abram retrieves a bottle and mugs. The bottle reads “Christian Brothers.” He pours two drinks and hands one to God.

Abram: Here you go, sir.

He joins God at the table.

God: (Sniffing) Hey, this smells like Christian Brothers!

Abram: (To himself) Ohmigod, wrong bottle. (To God) You must have a cold, sir. (Sniffing) It smells okay to me.

God: Hmmm. I could have sworn . . .

Abram: (Laughing nervously) I mean, what would I be doing with a bottle of Christian Brothers?

God: (Chuckling) Yeah, I guess the old nose just ain’t what it used to be . . . Well, here’s to our covenant.

(Offering a toast) Cheers.

Abram: (Clinking God’s mug) Cheers.

God takes a sip.

God: Funny, but it tastes like Christian Brothers.

Abram: I wouldn’t know. Never tried the stuff.

God: Of course I’m just going by hearsay.

​Abram: Of course.