A very, very, very, very long time ago (biblical scholars disagree on the exact amount of verys) there was a man named Noah who was very ,very, very old (here three verys is widely accepted).
Back in the day when Noah lived, lifespans were much longer — and nobody fell and couldn’t get up until they were well past 500 years old.
When Noah was 500 years old, he had three sons which meant he was raising teens when he was 513 years old — proving that wisdom doesn’t always come with age. (His sons were named Shem, Ham and Japheth which ALL biblical scholars agree were horrible names.)
During these years, the people of earth were basically running hog wild, some people were giants, some people were supernatural beings and some people were goats. The whole kit and kaboodle was just one big, fat, ugly mess. You don’t even want to know the details! Whenever God looked down on the earth, He just felt sick, so He decided to cause a great flood and start again from scratch.
But God really liked Noah because Noah was well-mannered, and agreeable and laughed at all his jokes.
God told Noah what his plans were.
God: Hello Noah? It’s me, God, say, I was just thinking I would destroy everybody on earth because they are all so evil, you know what I mean?
Noah: Oh absolutely! Definitely! I don’t blame you one bit! Ha ha!
God: Yes, well, I’ve decided to let you live.
Noah: Who moi? Aw shucks, thanks God!
God: Not a problem. Anyway, you need to build an ark 450 feet long and 75 feet wide and 45 feet high leaving 18 inches between the roof and the . . . are you writing this down?
God: Ok, I’ll wait while you go find a pencil.
While God was waiting on Noah, he couldn’t help looking around. Golden idols and empty wine jugs were strewn everywhere, the lute and harp music was blaring so loud God couldn’t hear Himself think, and everyone was shouting, “gimme! gimme! gimme!” at the top of their lungs; plus there was a lot of pushing and shoving and strangling going on.
God was happy when Noah finally came back with his pencil.
God: Okay, Noah, let’s summarize. I’ve given you specific, detailed instructions for you to build an ark, AND put two of every animal aboard. So read back what you’ve got.
Noah: Oh sure! Absolutely! Let’s see here . . . you want me to build a boat-
God: NO! Not a boat! An Ark! I want you to build an ARK !
Noah: Ok, Ok, I’m erasing! Let’s see . . . and you want me to put three of every kind of animal on board and–
God: Not THREE! TWO you idiot!
Noah: OK, OK, I’m erasing already! . . .two. . . you . . . idiot— is there one or two t’s in idiot?
Oy! thought God.
After the flood dried up, and Noah got off the ark, the first thing he did was plant a vineyard. Then he made some wine, got swacked, got naked, staggered to his tent and passed out.
The bible fails to mention what God thought of this. Most scholars think it was OY!
Until next time . . . I love you