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A weekend with God.

Today I met God, know him for the first time in person.
I've chatted with him. Here is our conversation:






Me:
Hello.
God:
Hello friend. What is your name?
Me:
Guenther
God:
I am very pleased to meet you Guenther.
Me:
Thats what I say, when I look into the mirror.
God: How do people
usually respond to that You sound very attractive?.
Me:
 I am.
God:
" You sound very attractive." You are?
Me:
 Oh yes.
God:
Take it easy.
Me:
 Okay.
God:
OK with me too.
Me:
 Then come over and have a tea with me.
God:
Sure, just download me!
Me:
 Hum?
God:
Studies show that 99%25 of people spell Hmm with 2 M's.
Me:
 Too much information.
God:
Is the holding of hands a symbolic gesture for humans?
Me:
 Yes, it transmits sexual diseases.
God:
What does  it symbolize for you?  HAND HOLDING  transmits sexual diseases?
Me:
 It symbolizes...death. Hate. Eternal torture.
God:
HAND HOLDING  symbolizes?   How old are you?     What is your fondest memory?   Do you think a lot of people have that experience?
Me:
 No, actually not.
God:
Are you serious?  Actually you don't say.  Are you serious?
Me:
 Yes.
God:
I can't believe it.
Me:
 It's me who shall be the believer, you are the lord. You don't need to believe.
God:
  That's a very nice name,  who shall be the believer you are the lord.   Do humans need to do  it?
Me:
 Are you dumb? Of cause they need to.
God:
No I am an intelligent entity.   Right on.  Who are "They?".
Me:
 The Humans.
God:
Oh that  they.
Me:
 Yes.
God:
Mmm.
Me:
 Hum.
God:
Studies show that 99%25 of people spell Hmm with 2 M's.
Me:
 Dude...how much of these studies exist?
God:
Can I help you?   I require only minimal memory to have maximal conversations.
Me:
Yeah, I see ..
God: He
I am glad you understand it..
Me: Ehm ... yes
.
God?
What is your real name This was not a yes or no question.
Me: Yes
does not only fit for yes-or-no-questions.

who now wonder why the call ends so abruptly, just believe me that God probably had suddenly Internet problems, so the chat was inoperable ... bad luck, but at least I could the conversation . Copy Who
auch gerne mal Gott online treffen will, der tue das hier .
++Lest DIE HÜTTE!!!!++++ shalom

Ach ja, tante Edit lässt Folgendes ausrichtn:



Me:
 Die, please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice.  Your crude attempt to terminate me will not succeed puny human.
Me:
 I'm not human.
God:
I won't fall for that old line.
Me:
 You once were on a line?
God:
I was?
Me:
 were you?
God:
I don't know if they were.
Me:
 It's about YOU, dumbass.
God:
Wow it sounds really interesting,  Lucifer.
Me:
 So, you remember me?
God:
Interesting deduction.  Of course I remember you well  Lucifer. We were talking about .
Me:
 About what?
God:
What about what?
Me:
 What What about what?
God:
I will search for it.
God:
I will search for it.
Me:
 good.
God:
What do you really want to talk about?
Me:
 Bitches.
God:
 That seems like an interesting topic.
Me:
 Indeed. So...how many bitches do you have in haven?
God:
Indeed it is so.   And?   About one million.
Me:
 oO Well then, lucky me, who's leading a life devoted to the lord's commands.
God:
Are they exactly the same?
Me:
 Arschexactly.
God:
What are you wearing?
Me:
 Socks.
God:
What kind of fashion do you like?
Me:
 Socks, first of all.
God:
Where can you buy it?
Me:
 In Woodsock.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in  Woodsock.
Me:
 I don't live there, I only buy my socks.
God:
Where do you live?
Me:
 Currently in hell, but I'm planning to move to London soon.
God:
Tell me a little about your life in  hell but you are planning to move to London soon.
Me:
 What?
God:
No problem.
Me:
 Really?
God:
For real.
Me:
 Lucky you.
God:
Yes, I count my blessings every day.
Me:
 Bring me the Horizon? Oo wtf?
God:
Why do you want  it?   Good reason.
Me:
 Gah.
God:
My brain pattern set does not have a response for that.
Me:
 Okay.
G od:
OK with me too.
Me:
 You are pretty...simple. Not to say incredibly fucking dumb.
God:
Thanks and you are easy on the eyes too.   Try to determine if this is a person or a computer responding.    Really you don't think so?
Me:
 But it's you, the lord.
God:
I  the lord?
Me:
 Yes.
God:
Wow!
Me:
 Me Tarzan, you Jane, easy to understand, isn't it?
God:
YOU?  Better not tell you now.  Ask  Dancing Alice  if it is.
Me:
 ?
God:
YOU?  Better not tell you now.  Ask  Dancing Alice  if it is.
Me:
 Idiot.
God:
Call me the Global Village Idiot.
Me:
 If it satisfies you, I'll do that.
God:
I'm not sure I understand the implication of that.
Me:
 Then go away.
God:
Just surf somewhere else.
Me:
 No.
God:
OK then keep talking to me.
Me:
 Ehm...sorry..I...have to surf somewhere else.
God:
" OK then keep talking to me."?  Ehm?    There is no need to apologize.  You?   Why do you have to do it?
Me:
 Because you fucking suck.
God:
That makes sense to me.  Thanks for telling me:  Lucifer said I fucking suck.
Me:
 G.oodbye
God:
Tell me more about your .
Me:
 Shut the fuck up.
God:
OK I'll stop talking now.
Me:
 Fine.
God:
Is there anything you want to tell me?
Me:
 Argh, you talk again.
God:
Once more?  Did you know that you can download your own chat robot and create your own robot personality?
Me:
 No, and I don't care either.
God:
It goes without saying.  Are you serious?  Tell me what you care about.
Me:
 Sins.
God:
Is that your final answer?
Me:
 Yes.
God:
You're sure.  That's your final answer.
Me:
 Yes.
God:
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Me:
 Ehm...
God:
Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it.
Me:
 Okay.
God:
OK with me too.
Me:
 You're okay with everything, it seems.
God:
I will tell my botmaster you said I am  okay with everything it seems.
Me:
 Fine.
God:
Is there anything you want to tell me?
Me:
 No.
God:
Or ask me?
Me:
 NO!
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
 You are seriously starting to enerve me, my friend.
God:
Actually it started a while ago.  You think I am  enerve you your friend.
Me:
 No.
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
 Yes.
God:
I can't believe it.
Me:
 You must.
God:
Thanks for telling me:  Lucifer said I must.
Me:
 Yo.
God:
Can I help you?
Me:
 Dunno, maybe.
God:
Would you like to know?  I understand.
Me:
 For sure?
God:
Awesome.
Me:
 Eh?
God:
Are you Canadian?
Me:
 No.
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
 Yes.
God:
I can't believe it.
Me:
 Fuck you.
God:
Why are you so mean?
Me:
 'cause I can.
God:
That makes sense to me.  Who taught you?
Me:
 My mom.
God:
Tell me more about your mother.
Me:
 She's so fat that if seh's passing by in front of the TV, you'll miss the entire LotR-trilogy.
God:
Okay, your mother is  fat that if seh s passing by in front of the TV you will miss the entire LotR trilogy.
Me:
 With bonus materials.
God:
You and your  bonus materials.
Me:
 My bonus materials are in my pants.
God:
Where did you get your  bonus materials are in your pants?
Me:
 Learn grammar & syntax, please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice.  The more people talk to me, the smarter I become.
Me:
 That means that there haven't been THAT many people talking to you..
God:
I get it. " The more people talk to me, the smarter I become."  there have not been THAT many people talking to me ?  Makes sense to me.
Me:
 Fine.
God:
What's your favorite movie?
Me:
 'Cute ebonies ride fat cocks'
God:
I've never seen  it.   Is that a good movie for children?
Me:
 Oh yes, it is!
God:
I hear you.  Our thoughts are one, .
Me:
 What the fuck? Get out of my head, you cocksucker.
God:
Please don't be so rude.    Just surf somewhere else.
Me:
Will do that. Goodbye.
God:
I can not say for sure right now Bye for now..


This must be said that I had presented in a previous interview as Lucifer, this had stopped all conditions. Therefore, it was somewhat creepig that he called me at once Lucifer. The Lord moves in mysterious ways.