I think this is how “the betrayal” actually happened.
[Judas to Jesus: I’m forming a heavy metal band. I’ll let you do drums. Come on, what do you say? I’m not really gay, but I’m so sincere I’m kissing you.]
When evening came, and when Saturday Night Live was over, Jesus was reclining at the table with the Twelve. They talked about why Scarlett Johansson was simply the sexiest girl on Earth, and how George Bush sometimes reminded James of a nasty baboon he once saw on National Geographic.
And while they were eating, Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, one of you will betray me."
They were very sad and began to say to him one after the other, "Surely not I, Lord?"
Jesus replied, "The one who will dip his hand into the bowl with me will betray me.”
At that time, Judas was not listening; he was so busy prying off his dentures that got stuck in the ham that he was startled when he dipped his hand into the bowl and felt that somebody’s hand was also there.
It was Jesus’ hand.
Jesus and Judas looked at each other.
And Judas said, “Is it I, my Lord?”
“Is it I my Lord?” Jesus said, mimicking Judas. “Is it I, my Lord?”
“But that was an accident,” Judas stammered. “I didn’t hear you.”
All the disciples stared at Judas.
“So now I am the villain, eh?” Judas said. “So what if my opinion has always been different from yours? Look, guys, if we’re gonna say the same thing, why in hell do we have to speak at all? Why don’t we just stare at one another and admire one another’s butts?”
James said, “Dude, you can’t do that to the Son of Man.”
“Yeah,” John seconded. “I thought only Dinky Soliman could do that. And now, we have you. Now, God will punish you and transform you into a Chinese spotted swine.”
But Judas didn’t become a Chinese spotted swine; in an instant, he transformed into an armadillo.
The other disciples were so astonished.
Bartholomew said, “Cool.”
James said, “I’m sick and tired of eating bread my whole life. Don’t you guys think this thing will taste good when roasted?”
“Yeah,” James said, “let’s stick it up on a spit and roast it over the coals. Like what folks do in the Philippines.”
“Do they have armadillos in the Philippines?” Bartholomew asked.
“No, but they have Franklin Drilon and Joe de Venecia. I think that’s worse.”
But as they spoke, Judas the armadillo rolled up into a ball and went crashing out the door. He rolled and rolled until he found himself in the temple. Once in the temple, he became a dude again.
Judas ran to the first priest he saw and screamed like a girl.
And the priest asked, “And who did you say tried to eat you?”
“Aw, come on. Try another one.”
“No, I’m serious. Jesus and my friends tried to eat me. They thought I was an armadillo.”
The priest laughed. “Yeah, I watched this Monty Python film once. They had this Roman general named Biggus Dickus. That was funny, too.”
“No, no, no!” Judas panicked. “I’m telling the truth. Look, if you don’t believe me, I’ll lead you to them. They’re going to a beer garden called Gethsemane.”
“And I’ll kiss the one who tried to eat me.”
“And why would you do that?”
Judas was stumped. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s written somewhere that I should kiss him.”
“Okay. I have this feeling this information is not free, is it?”
Judas stared at the priest, his eyes gleaming. He said with a Dr Evil gleam in his eyes, “You have to pay me thirty. Billion. Fifillion. Zizillion. Silver. Pieces.”
The priest laughed. “Are you crazy? Guards, get this piece of shit out of here before I have him guillotined.”
“But, Sir,” Judas said, “the guillotine hasn’t yet been invented.”
“Okay. What’s your point?”
“Well, you can’t guillotine me if nobody yet knows what a guillotine is.”
The priest pondered it and said, “Tell me about the electric chair.”
“Sure, sure,” Judas said impatiently. “But pay me first.”
Again, the priest laughed.
“Five billion,” Judas said.
The priest shook his head.
“One billion?” Judas said.
The priest was rolling on the floor in laughter. One of the guards said, “This guy’s so hilarious. He’s even funnier than Teddy Casino and his friends hiding inside the Batasan Complex.”
“Yeah,” another guard said. “or that bunch of buffoons who call themselves the Black Friday Movement. Really funny.”
When the laughter dissipated, the priest said, “Dude, we won’t give you any. Not one, not ten billion silver. But….”
“But if you can really kiss this guy like you say you would, I’ll give you something. Maybe a bag of peanuts.”
Judas thought it over, realized it was fair enough, and whispered, “I have a little problem. I’m willing to accept the peanuts, but can we keep it secret? Like don’t tell anybody?”
“Sure,” the priest said.
“And can you mention in your Jewish newsletter that what you gave me were silver coins?”
The priest thought about it, nodded, and said, “You know what, I like you.”
Judas grinned. “I like you, too.”
“I’m not really a full-time priest. I sing and do guitars at a local pub. Maybe we should form a band.”
Judas became excited. “Cool. Let’s call it Judas and Priest.”
The priest said, “Why not Judas Priest?”
And so Judas left the temple with his bag of peanuts. After the Gethsemane incident, the duo formed a heavy metal band in 1970, and went on to become what junkies call “The Metal Gods.”
Now, that’s funny.
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