“Don’t look at me,” remarked God. “I had nothing to do with it this time.”
“I really didn’t see that one coming,” said God.
And they come in 92,345 different races.
I can’t believe people used to churn cream into butter.
But for some reason, Marge’s hair is glow-in-the-dark green.
“I would’ve done a much better job. I mean, the earth’s moon is shaped like a dildo.”
“This is ridiculous,” said God.
“Picking the Hebrews again would’ve been too predictable.”
For no apparent reason, an ancient “Macarena” remix has been playing throughout the universes for the last 53 minutes.