
TEENAGE JEW: I can't. I have to wake up early Saturday morning and go to temple. I know, lame, right? But I heard there's an even crazier party Saturday night.
TEENAGE CHRISTIAN: I can't make it. I have to wake up early Sunday morning and go to church.
TEENAGE JEW: That's too bad.
TEENAGE CHRISTIAN: I know. What a bummer.
TEENAGE JEW: Well, at least we'll be able to hang out my Bar Mitzvah celebration next week. I should be a lot of fun.
TEENAGE CHRISTIAN: Not as much fun as my Confirmation party. There’s a DJ coming from the bad part of the city, and he’s bringing all the best rap music.
TEENAGE JEW: I’m getting a magician.
TEENAGE CHRISTIAN: My mom's boyfriend will bring his dirt bike.
TEENAGE JEW: Forget it. I have to be home before Sundown, when the Sabbath starts. Can you give me a ride?
TEENAGE CHRISTIAN: Actually, I was planning to stop at the mall and buy a new Nativity scene for Christmas.
TEENAGE JEW: What?! But it's the middle of August. Christmas isn't for months.
TEENAGE CHRISTIAN: I also need another crucifix—to better worship my Lord. My glorious Lord.
by Goroman at University of Iowa
by Patrick Cassels at Purchase College
by Jake Hurwitz at Hunter College
Trinity Miracle: End Zone Shot
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