YSaC, Vol. 1441: Jesus built my hotrod.
Brand NEW Hooked on Jesus black longed sleeved shirt, in a box – $16
Hooked on Jesus black longed sleeved shirt.
Size: Medium
Image Size: 12×12
$16.00 eachIf you need some shits don’t pay the extra .99 cents and shipping on the web sites
as the heading says its brand new never been worn just been took out of the box to count
i have 10 including this so if you need all 10 there yours for $16 each
Or let me know what you have lets see if its worth trading.
thank you for looking
There’s a couple of things wrong with this ad. For one, it’s the return of the t-shit, which is always a favorite.
Then there’s the fact that someone has ten of these shirts, and thinks someone else might want all ten. I shudder to think about what someone would want ten of these t-shirts for, although regular readers will also remember the famous t-shirt that spawned the euphemism “t-shirt time,” which this shirt would surely be a bad choice for.
Also: is there something slightly wrong about having the word Jesus pierced by a sharp metal object in the graphic?
Just me?
Okay then, carry on.
Thanks to JW for submitting this one; I think it’s well past time that we started a JW tag!
We could use the bedazzled deer hooves for a t-shit that said Hooked on YSaC! We’ll make dozens of dollars!
Gotta work Clothespin Jesus in there somehow…
I’m sensing another Great Schism approaching: Whom besides the Llamanun (BBUH) do you take as your savior? Clothespin Jebus or Spice Christ?
Well, I suppose that’s better than hooking for Jesus…
I regret to inform you that “Hookers for Jesus” is actually a group of crocheters.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
On first read I thought it said “crocheteers”. Gotta get new glasses…
Seriously? They didn’t give that group name a second thought?
Unless it’s the Las Vegas group… then they really ‘are’ hookers.
The group I knew of, is mostly geriatric ladies crocheting blankets for kids in hospitals and shelters. I guess they liked the name.
Yep, the Happy Hookers have done some work with Project Linus – the group I donate my crocheted blankets to – and the one time I met a member she was this adorable little blue-haired lady with mad crochet skillz.
Are they crotchety crocheters?
Hooked on Jesus worked for me.
Me too! At first, I couldn’t catch anything. But now, with this new Hooked on Jesus bait, I’m catching so many fish I can feed this entire random hungry crowd that seems to have formed behind me! What’s more, I’m catching loaves of bread for them, too!
*celestial phone rings*
“Jesus’ office, St. Peter speaking.”
“Where is he?”
“Oh, hello Sir…umm…he’s well, he’s in production.”
“Production? Production? That’s my domain, mister!!”
“Please, sir, don’t smite the messenger here. I’m just telling you that he’s in production…but it’s not what you think. He’s making t-shirts. You know, to try and create some buzz with the hip, young, crowd.”
“Oh..dear…Me…what’s he done now?”
“Well, sir…maybe you should come look for yourself. I think he’s only run about 10 of them so far.”
*later that day……*
“Hello, Craigslist? Yes, I’d like to place an ad. My name? God. G – O – D. That’s right. G…O…what? No, this isn’t a joke. Just, never mind the name for now…I just want to sell some shitty t-shirts my Son made.”
“You know, before I found the Lord, I was all messed up on drugs. Now that I’ve found the Lord, I’m all messed up on the Lord.” — Cheech and Chong
Throw them back.
If I “need some shits” I just go eat at Taco Bell.
Ahem. What about the original T-shit?
The post I linked to links to that!
I didn’t go deep enough in the post-ception.
Could have saved myself 30 minutes of looking through old posts to find that.
Taco, even my admin powers won’t overcome the blog’s belief that I am cheating if I give you a door. But yes, you are the original and the dozens of dollars are yours as well. 8)
Protestant Christianity, lacking a pantheon of gods or saints, had to rely on a single Jesus to fulfill all requirements: Apostolic Jesus, Forgiveness Jesus, Christmas-and-Easter Jesus, Monster Truck Jesus, Fishing Jesus, Hunting Jesus, Administrative Secretary Jesus, Lawn Care Jesús, Roofer!!!Roofer!!!Roofer!!! Jesus, Buddy Christ…
And in those rebellious years: Jess.
That’s when he was the lead drummer for The Young Gods.
I am totally founding Jews for Roofer!!!Roofer!!!Roofer!!! Jesus
How could I have forgotten Spice Christ, Clothespin Jesus, and Cheezus? He moves in mysterious ways. Most recently, to a three-room condo in Englewood, Colorado.
What sort of bait do you suppose He uses?
The worms go in, the worms go out. Jesus uses them to catch trout.
And what you see is what you get. Sometimes he uses a fishing net.
Fox rocks in box and stalks in socks and gawks and mocks at sparky talks.
Look, I’m Trinity.
One, just one. Now put me back, I’m not a shit, I don’t even wear one.
I’ve always longed for a sleeved shirt, in a box. All those times of saying, “Nothin’ up my sleeve! *Rrrrrrriiiip!* Presto! No doubt about it, I gotta get me another longed sleeved shirt.” has left me sleeveless…in Seattle.
Ahh, that was you bare-armed and shivering in the cold this morning!
Shits aside, would the image size be measured in cubits?
Ministry FTW! You guys continue to amaze me. Thank you.
Seems like I remember a great deal of ramble-rousing (and at least the one movie in Aramaic) on what bait to use to tempt jebus. If we invert the situation, and contemplate just what one is expecting to catch using jebus as bait–well, that likely results in plagues of clothespins, mistletoe, libidinous swans and the like . . .
In a sense of pastoral fairness, we must give our vending Spark’ credit for not offering the T’s at $16 each or the whole box for $200.
But, it has been a less-good morning–was taken aback to notice many near-to-hand items limned in red, only to realize that was an alergic reaction and not one of demonic perception. Silly Lucy.
Why do I suspect Sparky stole this box of T-shits from bible camp?
Jesus hooked me this I know
For the bloodstains tell me so.
Jesus hooked me, Lord
Kumbaya
In the eye, my Lord
Kumbaya
Smite his ass, my Lord
Kumbaya
Ouch, Lord, Kumbaya
“Smite his ass” is now what I’m going to yell when someone kills me in Halo! So many doors for that phrase!
What have you got against all those poor donkeys?
Their…shows? I don’t know, I’m not witty.
These will be perfect for the groupies of the Hootie & the Blowfish Christian cover-band: Jonah & the Blowholes.
Brer Fox, Brer Fox, Brer Fox, Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, t-shit enthusiasts!