God is dead

When Nietzsche died and went up to meet his maker, he looked somewhat amazed at God. "Apparently I was wrong," he said stroking his moustache.
God nodded.
"So what now?" Nietzsche asked.
"Have a big fat guess, smarty pants," the devil sounded from below.



4 comments:

propinquity said...

Heh heh. Ouch!

DK said...

:)

Ann Elle Altman said...

Interesting!

ann

DK said...

It is, isn't it? :)