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When Our Lord and Savior™ sees the completed version of this, I hope that He turns to His left and says, ‘That’s the last straw; I’m going back and I’m taking the horsemen with Me’.
I see nothing wrong with a giant Jesus. Sitting next to the pond like that, he’s obviously telling a “fisher of men” story about one that got away.
“And that guy’s soul was thiiiiiiis big!
On second thought, that is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. As if you could crucify that giant Jesus on that puny little cross!
Oh Keith, how could you let this post without a soundtrack.
Praying to the god of piñatas, Jesus swore: “My God, why hast Thou made me out of paper maché?”