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Try Again - LITJ 451 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: Look, it's simple. / Heather: Take two pieces of bread. A little bit of cheese, some lettuce and mayo... / Heather: Add the meat, and...Poof! It's delicious, delicious magic. / From Off: So you _don't_ know what a pap smear is. / Heather: Okay, okay. One more guess.
Double Double - LITJ 452 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: I think that the smell of freshly brewed coffee is my favorite. / Heather: It's the first think I smell in the morning. My "doorway" into the new day. / Heather: It grabs me by the face and forces me to stuff it in my pants. My pants don't understand, and that's what makes it so hard. _Hard._ / From Off: A pap smear doesn't have anything to do with coffee. / Heather: So, if I were to ask you for a grande mocha latte with a double double? / From Off: Get out.
One Electrifying Hour - LITJ 453 [[Jesus speaks on the phone.]] / Jesus: Hello? Yes, this is 555-0167. Can I ask who's calling? / Jesus: Oh. Hello, Officer Williams. / Jesus: Can I ask why you're calling? Oh. _Oh._ / Jesus: No, no, she's taking her medication. Uh-huh. Well, there isn't really any medication for "stupid", yet. Just keep hitting her with the taser, and I'll come pick her up in an hour or so.
Way, Way Higher Than An Eagle - LITJ 454 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: I would like to clarify some things that I may or may not have said to a New York Times reporter last Wednesday. / Heather: For the record, it is completely impossible to "freebase the H1N1 vaccine". It will not get you "higher than a tranny shooting an eight ball on a space plane". / Heather: For one thing, there is no such thing as a "space plane". I apologize to the transgendered community for the slur. It was unnecessary, crude, and wrong. / Heather: In conclusion, I would like to say that I'm very, very, very sorry. I am also in need of a $32,000 loan so I can pay off my pharmacy tab.
Not Even The Same Game - LITJ 455 [[Charlie speaks.]] / Charlie: Let me guess... / Charlie: You're gonna come over here and punch me in the nuts, right? / [[Charlie stares.]] / From Off: That's not how a vasectomy works. / Charlie: Same ballpark, though, right? / From Off: No. No, it isn't.
 
It's Not My Blood, I Know That Much - LITJ 456 [[Text on blank background.]] / Text: Questions One Hopes To Never Be Asked / [[Jesus speaks.]] / Jesus: Do you really think you can wear that, like, out of the house? / [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: Is that your gun? / [[Charlie speaks.]] / Charlie: Whose blood is that on your shirt? Is it yours, the Congressman's, or one of the underage Thai prostitutes?
Leroy Is A Bad Man - LITJ 457 [[Jesus speaks to someone off-panel.]] / Jesus: So, Leroy slaps the midget. Afterwards- / Sound: _*ring ring*_ / Jesus: Hold on, I gotta take this. / [[Jesus talks on the phone.]] / Jesus: Hello? Oh, what's up, Heather. What's that? / Jesus: The House of Valois won the Hundred Years War. It ended when they ran the House of Plantagenet out of France. In, uh, 1453. / Jesus: What's all that noise in the background? Did you get arrested? Oh. This is kind of a waste of your "one phone call".
Tastes Just Like It - LITJ 458 Text: What's your favorite mixed drink? / [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: Everclear and, uh...is Everclear and Jack Daniel's a mixed drink? / [[Elmo speaks.]] / Elmo: Colt 45. Works every time. / [[Robitussin speaks.]] / Robitussin: Mix one shot of cherry vodka and one shot of root beer schnapps. Tastes just like...well...me.
Multiple Choice - LITJ 459 [[Charlie speaks.]] / Charlie: Hmm...that's a good question. Both are good choices. / Charlie: On the one hand, the first choice promotes political stability, and a degree of economic stability not seen since the 1980's. / Charlie: On the other, the second choice would normalize relations with most of the Eastern Hemisphere, with limited tariffs for all. / Charlie: So, to answer your question, I guess I would barbeque Mary-Kate. Ashley would probably be too boney. There. I said it.
Put Some Stank On It - LITJ 460 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: It takes two to make a thing go right... / Heather: ...it takes two to make it outta sight. / [[Heather stares.]] / [[Heather speaks to someone off-panel.]] / Off-Panel: ...that doesn't explain why you punched those nuns. / Heather: Bitch needed to put some _stank_ on it. / Off-Panel: Loretta? Give me the taser.
 
Penny Water - LITJ 461 [[Heather and Jesus speak.]] / Heather: ...I don't know, that sounds kind of socialist. / Jesus: I can't believe we're going to have to go over this again. / Jesus: "Socialist" doesn't mean "stuff I don't like". Seriously. / Jesus: "Gossip Girl"? Not socialist. "Transformers 2"? Again, not socialist. / Jesus: ...so, no, Rolling Rock beer is not "socialist". / Heather: But it tastes like pennies mixed with club soda!
It's A Metaphor, Stupid - LITJ 462 [[Jesus speaks to someone off-panel.]] / Off-Panel: Are you pro-healthcare reform? / Jesus: Let me quote My word for you. / Jesus: "Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' / Jesus: "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25:34-40 / Off-Panel: So...you want us to feed naked prisoners with swine flu? That doesn't really answer the question. / Jesus: Father, give Me strength.
Happy Smallpox Giving - LITJ 463 Text: A Special Message From _Leave It To Jesus_ / [[Jesus speaks.]] / Jesus: Happy Thanksgiving, to you and yours. Enjoy the turkey. / [[Robitussin speaks.]] / Robitussin: No this shit _again_. I refuse to participate. / [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: In the words of our pilgrim forefathers..."Want some blankets?"
No Baseball Bats In Golf - LITJ 464 [[Charlie speaks.]] / Charlie: Would I hit Tiger Woods with a golfclub? Well, it depends. / Charlie: If I were young, white, blonde, and married to him...it's complicated. / Charlie: I don't know what I'd do. What path I would follow. / Charlie: Probably the driver, followed shortly by the nine iron. Maybe get some putter action. Do they use baseball bats in golf?
Sparkly Vampires - LITJ 465 [[Heather speaks to someone off-panel.]] / From Off: Well? Do you want to take any of that back? / Heather: Hmm... / Heather: No. I'll cap that Mormon whackjob if I can. _For the good of the nation._ / From Off: You can't just kill Stephenie Meyer! / Heather: She write rape-fantasy port about gay vampires! / From Off: That's not a good enough reason! / Heather: Well, it should be.
 
Crazy Fang-Like - LITJ 466 [[Charlie speaks.]] / Charlie: Sparkly vampires? I hate sparkly vampires. / Charlie: I see them, all running around all over the place, doin' stuff.... Vampires and werewolves and stuff, all trying to kill or fuck each other. Maybe in that order, maybe not. / Charlie: Like that guy, on the T.V.? Vampires aren't supposed to be sparkly, they're supposed to be scary. All crazy fang-like. / From Off: Dude, that's Donny Osmond. You're watching _Dancing with the Stars_. / Charlie: No, no. He's a vampire. Let me get my flamethrower.
The Cocker Movement - LITJ 467 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: ...so, you know, it's a _fair_ question. The people have the right to know. _The right._ / Heather: Look, it's not a big deal. Just show it to us. In public. With witnesses. / Heather: And if he won't? Well, I'll just have to go ahead and call him out for being the Marxist whackjob everybody was afraid of. / [[Heather and Jesus speak.]] / Jesus: What, exactly, do you want Obama to show us? / Heather: Duh. His dangly parts. Mama wants some sugar. / Jesus: Sure.
Burn The Library Card - LITJ 468 [[An intoxicated Heather speaks to Jesus.]] / Heather: Dude, you're like the Steward of Gondor, man... / Jesus: What? / Heather: Old, drunk, and possessed by an uncontrollable urge to set myself on fire? / [[Heather and Jesus stare at each other.]] / [[Jesus turns his back to Heather.]] / Jesus: If you don't put that lighter away, I'm going to break your legs. / Heather: It's cool, man / Jesus: No. No, it's not.
Roman Politics Circa 83 B.C.E. - LITJ 469 [[An intoxicated Heather speaks to Jesus.]] / Heather: No, really...you're just like Lucius Cornelius Cinna and Gnaeus Octavius before the Senate. / Heather: Really? You're gonna have to explain that one. I'm not sure I get it. / [[Heather and Jesus stare at each other.]] / [[Jesus turns his back to Heather.]] / Heather: I got nothin'. / Jesus: I'm taking away your library card.
DON'T MISS CHRISTMAS - LITJ 470 [[Heather, far in the background, speaks.]] / Heather: Whoa...where the hell am I? / Heather: The last think I remember was...uh...Hall and Oates? / Heather: C'mon, Heather, _think..._ This is the second weekend in a row, you know what you're doing. / Heather: Maybe if I can find my pants I won't miss Christmas.
 
Morphine Sulfate - LITJ 471 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: Goddamn, my head is killing me.... C'mon, Heather, _think_. / Heather: We were doing tequila shots, and then Jesus got out the beer bong, and Charlie got out the weed bong... / Heather: _bleh_ / Heather: Why does everything taste like morphine sulfate?
Nowhere - LITJ 472 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: This is freaking _weird..._ Where is everybody? / Heather: Also, where is my house? Or, uh, anything else? / [[Heather stares.]] / Heather: I gotta lay off the tequila.
Striptease For The Pope - LITJ 473 [[Heather speaks.]] / Heather: Okay, guys, this isn't funny...where the hell am I? / [[God speaks to Heather.]] / God: So, uh...hey. / Heather: God, where are all my friends? / God: You're alone. / Heather: Oh. / Heather: Does this "alone-ness" have anything to do with the ttime I tried to do a striptease for the Pope, only I ended up getting smashed on Listering and took a dump on a Sinead O'Connor recored? Because I think I can explain that. / God: I don't think so. / Heather: You see, it was because I had been drinking _all day_ / God: You don't say.
No Choice At All - LITJ 474 [[God speaks to Heather.]] / God: Heather, I hate to be the one to break this to you... / God: ...you're dead. / [[Heather thinks for a second.]] / Heather: Do I get a choice in the matter? / God: Not really, no.
I Once Got Busy In A Taco Bell Bathroom - LITJ 475 [[God and Heather speak.]] / Heather: How did I die? / God: Well, it's a long story... / [[Charlie speaks.]] / Charlie: I could've _sworn_ I had three pounds of morphine under my bed... / [[God and Heather speak.]] / Heather: Really? I always thought I'd die doing something stupid. / God: Injecting more than three pounds of stolen morphine in a Taco Bell bathroom? / Heather: Sounds about right.
 
Under The Sink - LITJ 476 [[Heather speaks to God.]] / Heather: Wow...I can't believe I died in a Taco Bell bathroom. McDonald's, _maybe._ Anything but Taco Bell. / Heather: So, uh, what's next? / God: I dunno, man, you tell me. / [[Heather stares.]] / Heather: I think I wet myself. / God: It's all good. There's a box of Depends (r) under the sink.
Corporate Sponsorship - LITJ 477 [[Heather talks to God.]] / Heather: Where did you say the adult diapers were? / God: The Depends(r)? They're under the sink. / Heather: What's with the weird "r" symbol after the word "Depends"? / God: I don't know(c) what you're(r) talking about(tm). / Heather: Now you're just fucking with me. / God: Yeah. I figure, why stop just because you're dead?
Drinking Games Of The Gods - LITJ 478 [[Heather speaks to God.]] / Heather: Wow...now that it's all over...what's the point, God? I mean, why is, uh, _everything?_ / God: That's a good question. But there's an even better one you _should_ be asking. / God: And that is: why not? / God: Because this one time, Nyarlathotep and I were doing tequila shooters... / Heather: You need to learn when to stop your stories, God. Back up a sentence and try again.
He Probably Lost A Bet - LITJ 479 [[Heather speaks to God.]] / Heather: So, this is it? Just me and you, for eternity? / God: Mostly, yeah. Sometimes there's cake. / God: But mostly just this. / Heather: Why? This doesn't sound well thought out at _all._ / God: Let me give you some advice: _never_ drink tequila with an Outer God. / Heather: You'd think that would be obvious...
The Drugs You Take - LITJ 480 [[Heather speaks to God.]] / Heather: Well...I tried to live a good life. / Heather: I was a pretty good person. But, you know what they say... / Heather: "The love you take is equal to the love you make." / God: How about all the drugs? / Heather: "The drugs you take are equal to the drugs you make"? I don't know anything about pharmaceutical manufacturing. / God: I see.
 

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