Yes, that’s right. On April 5, 2006 at 11:11 AM, there is a blizzard in New York City. We dream of a White Christmas, not a White Easter.
If Christ actually arose, he’d be freezing. “It was pretty cold in the cave but I figured a tunic and sandals would be OK in April. Can a savior get a fucking coat?”
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I’m sure Mr. Christ could turn hemp twill into polar fleece with little effort.
If he did rise, I’m sure he’d be hiding in the cave anyway until the Borough Hall riots ended. Last time he was around a crowd of angry Jews, it didn’t go so well for him.
Know your Brooklyn: Boro Park.
Eh. The city ends at Manhattan. Whatever savage nations populate the land beyond - who cares?