Ham was an atheist, but when he broke his leg on the slopes of the Saulire trying to impress Monique—a professional skier with frostproof lips—I heard him whisper a prayer.
The God that didn’t exist overheard his half-baked petition and put a curse upon Ham.
Cherry-lipped Monique (ooh la la) visited Ham in the hospital. He confided that he was to be injured each time he doubted God’s existence. He had the bandages to prove it.
Can’t a guy spin a tale to garner sympathy anymore without feeling the thorns of irony? Godless Monique—tall, supple—was now prayerful!