He jumped onto the taxi cab's hood. The cabbie

The cab driver screamed "Off Doody!" See, he had named his livery Doody because of its

smell. It sort of resembled a baby diaper, but without the minty freshness. Still, Doody couldn't go anywhere, since he was blocked in be a UPS truck. The delivery man was

wearing high heels, fishnet tights and what looked like a gas mask, though I could not be sure as he had finished off his ensemble with a malfunctionin invisibility cloaking device

which looked much like seaweed. I wonder if perhaps the cloak was designed for underwater invisibility, and was in fact working correctly. Regardless I could clearly see

his swimming trunks. They were finely stitched of a material that'd been engineered for racing. Their red racing stripe was intricately detailed. They floated ten yards behind him

much to the delight of the priests in the front row, who could barely contain themselves when confronted with the sight of so much exposed man flesh in the pool. Naked, he

walked across the water. Raising his arms, he called out, "O, my priests. In my name, you have royally screwed the pooch. I forsake you." As Jesus turned, they

dropped their putters and stood in awe. Just how the hell was Jesus going to get his golf ball out of the water trap. "We told you not try for a hole in one on a three par hole

," the seraphim taunted. Jesus gazed at the water trap, levitating the ball to the surface, and used a 9-iron to score a birdie. At the clubhouse, Jesus turned water into beer.