there's no improv this evening because people are still talking to their imaginary dead friend, who wasn't in his tomb (or something like that) when they went looking for him. That totally seems like a much easier feat for an imaginary person to pull off than, say, you or I but he gets a lot of attention for it.
I don't suppose anyone has considered that this is all just an extended game of hide-and-seek and Jesus is just the most stubborn bastard ever. They'll find him a thousand years from now, crouched behind a couch in Jerusalem like one of those long-lost Japanese soldiers in the Pacific that never got word that the war was over, and he'll have a good laugh, yell "YOUR TURN!" and start counting for three days.
Then I can go back to having a Sunday show.
either way, clearly he wanted us to kill each other.
apparently that is the only message we can all take from this exercise.
**end Jesus rant**
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