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    Jesus Christ Announces He’s Returned to Try Another Sandwich

    BUFFALO, NEW YORK —  The Bible foretells that when the End Times are upon us, that God’s only begotten son, Jesus Hubert Christ, will return from the Kingdom of Heaven and lead the armies of God to victory against the forces of Robert “Bob” Satan, a disgruntled former employee of God’s. However, when Christ was recently spotted at a deli in upstate New York, he was taken aback by questions about the coming end of days. Christ insisted that he was only back on Earth “for a quick bite.”

    “Oh, I’ve coming back to Earth alright,” Jesus told people as they flocked to him, “but I’m only here to try another one of this place’s awesome sandwiches, and then I’m going back up to take fat bong rips and watch reruns of You Can’t Do That on Television. Man, do I love 1980’s era kids’ sketch comedy shows!”

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    The Son of God said that “people down here on Earth need to stop worrying” so much about when and if he’s coming back down to lead his father’s angelic army and focus on what he told them to do two thousand years ago.

    “That’ be nice to each other and treat the lowest among you like you would the richest of men.,” Christ reiterated. “I see a whole shit ton of people seem to have forgotten all about that part of my teachings and focused completely on just believing in me and letting my sacrifice wash away all their sins. Which is, you know, fine. Do what you want, but those are the kinds of people who end up being the most preachy and judgmental. Gross. Stop that.”

    Taking a big bite out of his sub sandwich and letting a big smile stretch across his holy face, Christ said that he doesn’t really like to get involved in politics, and that’s why if a political candidate ever claims Jesus himself told him or her in a dream to run that humans can “can consider that utter and complete dog shit lies.”

    “I couldn’t care less who y’all elect,” Jesus said while squirting some extra mustard from a packet onto his sandwich, “but it would seem to me like it behooves you to choose someone who doesn’t encourage you to be a selfish prick. If you’re going to claim that you follow my teachings that you vote for people who front policies like taking care of the sick and poor, since that’s literally what my life’s mission was and shit.”

    Jesus told everyone he was tired of talking about politics. He just wanted to enjoy his sandwich. He gave high praise to the people who made it.

    “Oh, man, Dad damn that’s a good sandwich! Just the right balance of meats, cheeses, veggies,” Christ said, licking his lips. “This sandwich is so good it makes me – ”

    Jesus stopped for a second, noticing his hands were red. He opened the sandwich up.

    “I told them to hold the…oh, I see,” Jesus said, laughing. “Stigmata. Fools me every single time.”

    Jesus told everyone that this wasn’t his second, third, or even fiftieth coming. He said he’s been coming back “pretty regularly” since about the sixteenth century. Christ always comes in disguise, though, so he’s not easily spotted. Today, he realized his disguise wasn’t that effective when someone recognized him.

    “I like to come down and try a new sandwich from this place every couple of months, actually,” Christ explained. “Sometimes I’ll pair with a nice hot cup of Matey Soup — that’s what I’ve called tomato soup since I baby…you know, in the manger or whatever. But today’s a little warm out for a cup of soup, so I opted for the turkey and swiss combo. They make their own chips here. So. Fucking. Tasty. Can’t say enough about their house-made chips, for reals.”

    After he’d finished his sandwich and chips, Jesus thanked the staff of the deli by waving his hands around and magically cleaning everything up for them. Christ told everyone he’d see everyone again soon. Then, with a wrinkle of his nose, he jumped up, up, up into the air, and vanished many miles above the planet’s surface.

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    Writer/comedian James Schlarmann is the founder of The Political Garbage Chute and his work has been featured on The Huffington Post. You can follow James on Facebook, Spotify, and Instagram, but not Twitter because Twitter is a cesspool.

    James Schlarmann
    James Schlarmann
    Comedian, writer, semi-amateur burrito wrangler and platypus aficionado, James cannot and will not be pigeonholed by anyone's expectations. Unless you want to pay him money, in which case his principles are as malleable as his "children" are "in need of food." Winner of absolutely zero lifetime achievement awards. You should definitely not give a shit about his opinions. James' satire is also found on: Alternative Facts, Alternative Science, The Political Garbage Chute, The Pastiche Post, Satirical Facts Hire James to create (very likely) funny content.