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Subject: Jesus vs Satan
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>This is one of the best clean jokes I've seen!
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>Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on
>the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired
>of hearing all the bickering.
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>Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set
>up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge
>who does the better job."
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>So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.
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>They moused.
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>They faxed.
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>They e-mailed.
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>They e-mailed with attachments.
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>They downloaded.
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>They did spreadsheets!
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>They wrote reports.
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>They created labels and cards.
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>They created charts and graphs.
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>They did some genealogy reports
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>They did every job known to man.
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>Jesus worked with
>heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.
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>Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed
>across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went
>off.
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>Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the
>underworld.
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>Jesus just sighed.
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>Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their
>computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming:
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>"It's gone! It's all GONE! "I lost everything when the power went out!"
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>Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the
>past two hours of work.
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>Satan observed this and became irate.
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>" Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his
>work and I don't have any?"
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>God just shrugged and said,
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>JESUS SAVES
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