“You know how rich people have wine cellars? Well I know what you would want – you’d want a cheese cave instead.”
The Arteest nodded, and a faraway look gathered in his eyes. “Yeah…a cheese cave. And wouldn’t it be cool if we had a subterranean tunnel under our house that went all the way across the street to the neighbors’ house, and they could come over for cheese parties?”
“Sure,” says I, “That would be groovy.”
“And then when the fundamentalist Christian militias take over the world, we can take shelter, and hide Brian McLaren down there.”
I haven’t laughed that hard in weeks.
