One day as God was walking along the beach, he came upon a sponge lying in the tide.
“I’ve heard you know a lot,” said God.
“Yeah,” said the sponge.
“How much do you know?” said God.
“Squeeze me,” said the sponge. God squeezed. “Sky, moon, earth, stars, sea,” said the sponge. God squeezed harder. “Plants, animals, man, woman, children, love, death,” said the sponge. God squeezed with all his might. “Squish,” said the sponge.
“Squish? Said God.
“Yeah, come back later and maybe I will have absorbed some more,” said the sponge.
“Can’t,” said God.
“Why?” said the sponge.
“Because I’ve got a date with a sieve. See ya around,” said God.
“Lucky bastard,” said the sponge. “I sure wish I were a sieve,” said the sponge.
“Why aren’t you satisfied with what you are?” said God. “Because I’m not. Lucky bastard,” said the sponge.
“Say, what’s with this bastard bit?” said God.
“It’s just an expression,” said the sponge.
“Well, I don’t like it,” said God.
“So I don’t like being a sponge,” said the sponge.
“O.K., you asked for it, sponge, said God, and God turned the sponge into a grain of sand and walked away from the beach.
