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| - Then God begat Pat Robertson. Pat Robertson, still slimy with God's fluids and quickly drying placenta, looked up to his Creator and asked: "What is this horrendous, misshapen world where fifteen year olds can be impregnated by accident, only to depregnate themselves with wire hangers and other implements of destruction?" God let out a long, healthy guffaw and smiled at his Son. "Why, dear Patty, so you can clean it up!" Pat considered this for a while and looked back up at the large, bearded white man. "So you want me to impregnate the fifteen year olds again?"
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| - Then God begat Pat Robertson. Pat Robertson, still slimy with God's fluids and quickly drying placenta, looked up to his Creator and asked: "What is this horrendous, misshapen world where fifteen year olds can be impregnated by accident, only to depregnate themselves with wire hangers and other implements of destruction?" God let out a long, healthy guffaw and smiled at his Son. "Why, dear Patty, so you can clean it up!" Pat considered this for a while and looked back up at the large, bearded white man. "So you want me to impregnate the fifteen year olds again?" God sighed. This was not going very well. "No, just go down there and spread my word, okay? Remember the 3 S's: Spirituality, Spunk, and Straightness. Got it?" Pat gave a firm salute and descended to Earth to spread God's word. He did this fairly well on basic cable funding and a little help from viewers like you. Pat Robertson begat Regent University, and some guy named Olin begat five million dollars to construct a library. Robertson was pleased and went back to preaching God's word, leaving the University to progress on its own as a self-sustaining organism.
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