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| Jesus! What are you doing on that cross! I've figured out how we can travel back in time using a cool looking car to get your father and mother back togethor, so you'll be born! | |
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| But, Dr. The concert is next week and I got tickets to go with Kelly Sue! | |
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| Now come on, Marty...I mean Jesus. We need you to be born, otherwise we will never have had this creepy relationship! | |
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| Hrm, alright. But will I get to show off the cool car to all the...ya know...GIRLS! | |
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| Oh you youngsters and your hormones. Sure, Jesus. But hey, you can sit on my lap again, youngster. | |
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| Better double up on my loincloths, cause I need a buffer zone between my anus and his large pulsating rod. | |
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