In the early light of the morning after, God awoke to find Israel sleeping beside him. He had a foggy recollection of having promised to have and hold her forever in a weak moment of binge drinking on the wild night before and was immediately gripped by wanderlust and feeling antsy.
Grabbing His aching head in His right hand and roiling stomach in His left, He thought: Jesus, Joseph and Mary! I musta really tied one on last night. How did I not notice the brunette was such a dog? I must have the blonde's phone number somewhere.
And that is the story of how second-best, not much to look at, loose-moralled Israel was dumped in favor of the Euro-trash up with whom God shacked.
You know how capricious and frivolous God can be on a bender. Only Thor outdoes Him.
Doreen Ellen Bell-Dotan, Tzfat, Israel