big freakin’ jebus
On the road to Puerto Nuevo, Mexico, there’s a big old freakin’ plastic jebus, standing on a dome, on a hill.
The dome looks like it was supposed to be part of a much larger structure, but it’s the only thing on the site.
When I first saw the Big Plastic Jebus On the Hill, it was back in 2000. He had the whole hill to himself.
But now, they’ve started to grow a little suburb under him. Can you imagine growing up in this house?? Can you imagine being an impressionable youngster, mebbe just getting acquainted with one’s nether regions…what kind of weird kinks and repressions might be bred in these particular hills?? Shudder.
(Musings of a small child of the Plastic Jesus town)
Ya’ know…I just don’t feel right getting myself off unless I know that Jesus is watching me…But I get all funny feeling when I go to church now and that must mean that Jesus loves me lots!!!
And you wonder why people think you and Craig are brothers?