Oh, …segue into Yahweh’s yipsy tipsy house o hilarity, ey? Where you may hear spirited divinity words & notions, like: Maestrobrudah Buddha...; Lao-Tse’s The Sexy Way; Wakan Tanka, Getanittowit, The Great Spirit; Vajra Vehicle; Allah; Jesus’ Portending Papa; Jesus...& The Iz; or just plain Jesus; The Wholeness; The Source; The Force of Love; Horus the Olum Oracle; Mother Marry Magdalene’s Heartwarming Grace; Jehovah’s Story; Ya-Ya Yahweh; Bön mön; oh God, book one; The Alpha & Omega, baby; God, the Father, Sea Turtle: Earth Mother & Sun; or you say a name or say no name at all today, you know it’s pert-near ay-okay. Why can’t we just circumambulate around a box o funny-ha-ha samsara in lieu of vajra for a while? Dance-no dance, style-no style. NO disrespect intended GMountain; you know I mean that. Well, maybe not…but I do mean it. I only know two anecdotes. & speaking of dick jokes, here’s what’s pretty much (when it hits me the right way) always been my all-time favorite Jack & Jill joke…
•
An office manager had an assets dilemma & had to fire an employee: either Jack or Jill.
He thought he’d fire the employee who came late to work the next morning. However, both came to work very early. Then the manager thought he would catch the first one who took a coffee break. Unfortunately, neither employee took a coffee break. Then the manager decided to see who took the longest lunch. Strangely, neither Jack nor Jill took a lunch break ... opting, instead, to eat at their desk. Then the manager thought he’d wait & see who would leave work the earliest ~~ & both employees stayed after closing.
Jill finally went to the coat rack ... & the manager went up to her and said, “Jill, I have a terrible problem. I don’t know whether to lay you or Jack off.”
Jill said, “Well, you’d better jack off ...because I’m late for my bus.”
•
Analogous (uh-huh-huh-huh, …he said anal):
Why I so yearningly dig the longtime nomadic Lenape people is gigantic to me & stems from the time I knew them well … and little things like: Pahsaheman (or football). An activity that happens concurrent to one of many seasonal stomp dances & ceremonies. It’s played like football (soccer), but with some Lenape-fide rule changes, as follows: (&, no it’s certainly not sexist, it’s…groovy babee.) The men play against the women. (They're into each other that way, yep.) Men can ONLY kick the ball from goal to goal, while women (matriarchal joys that they know they wana be) can throw it or run with it………or whatever the imagination can imagine with it. It’s asked that the men do not tackle or grab the women in any way, but the women can do whatever they want to do. Now, I ask ye, does that sound like fun in the sun? *Probably.
[*Although, updated for the 21st Century with 21st Century women, I see a lot a licks for the gents by some buff athletic chicks with short wicks. I think likely there’d have to be a sweat ceremony and weekend fast with all the fair maidens in their best hand brushed skins before the men venture out onto that particular field that day, you’d better bet.]
Oh, shit, & I left the “fire-no fire” element out of the “King, Holyman, Persecutor” post ~~ How Lenape of me.
