Christ was out one night, got totally smashed right out of his face. He could hardly remember a thing.
The next day his buddies were all ribbing him. To which he retorted, shut the hell up, get thee behind me satan, I never said I was Adam.
One thing he did remember however, is a lady that was there that night.
So Christ lead his buddies to and fro and they came to end up at this lady's place.
That lady recalled to Christ every moment of that night, she covered his tracks, and they laughed and laughed and laughed. There is no greater love than honesty when one asks.
