Somebody’s Gotta Do It

comic about somebody's gotta do it

Somebody’s Gotta Do It

Okay, I feel terrible about it now. How could I not? But how could I have known things would turn out as bad as they did? 'Bad' is not quite the word I'm looking for. How about 'fiasco'? No, that's not quite strong enough. I think something along the lines of 'unmitigated disaster' would more accurately describe the series of events that occurred as a result of my carelessness. No, not 'carelessness'. 'Utter stupidity' is a much better description of my behavior. Jesus had asked me to keep an eye on Judas. I remember his exact words: "George, things are getting weird with Judas. The dude is up to something, I just know it. Can you follow him around and get back to me if you see anything suspicious?" "Sure, boss, no problem," I said. And I did too, for about a day and half. And I meant to stick to him like white on rice. I really did. I followed him around town, observing where he went, who he talked to, things like that. He had just walked into the olive garden, and I noticed he was being followed by a couple of Roman soldiers. Now this really got my attention. We all hate those freakin' Romans, especially Judas. He told me so a bunch of times. I swear. Anyway, I was just about to follow all of them into the garden, when who should I bump into? None other than Mary Magdalene. Well, partner, that was all she wrote. I've always had the hots for that babe but kept my distance out of respect for the boss. Unfortunately this time I couldn't resist her charms. One thing led to another and we headed for the beach and ended up staying there for about a week. By the time we got back, the you know what had hit the you know what. The boss was in deep doo-doo. He was naturally and understandably totally annoyed with me. In fact, the last thing he did before they dragged him off was to kick me out of the Apostles. That really hurt. Back then everyone wanted to be an Apostle. Believe me, it was a pretty select group. 'My lucky thirteen' Jesus called us. And now it's all over. The boss is gone. None of the guys will even talk to me. Even Magdalene won't give me the time of day, which is fine with me. I wouldn't touch her now with a ten foot rod. But I'll be all right. I'll get by somehow. Maybe go back to fishing. Who knows, maybe I'll write a book. I don't think the boss would mind. He always loved a good story.