We were off our tits when we came up with it: Inside the Bible's writers' room

THE creators of the Bible have admitted that they were on incredible amounts of hallucinogens when they penned it.

In a rare Easter interview, the authors have confirmed that the reason the best-selling book is full of such batshit nonsense is because they were under the influence of a range of narcotics while writing.

Matthew said: “There was no substance that I, and my fellow writers Mark, Luke and John, did not ingest during that crazy writing process. And frankly, it shows.

“I mean, the whole idea that God and the Holy Ghost are these omnipresent beings who can see and judge everything you do or think, that’s textbook cocaine paranoia.

“And we were going through a real blissed-out ecstasy buzz when we came up with all of Jesus’ ‘peace and love for your fellow man’ bullshit. But the flipside of that was the crazy ideas we put in the Old Testament.

“All that stuff in Leviticus about not wearing different types of wool, or eating things with many legs. If that doesn’t scream crystal meth psychosis I don’t know what does.

“And as for the Book of Revelation, we had a bad batch of LSD John bought off his dodgy cousin to thank for that tour de force of insanity. I just hope no one ever took it all seriously.”

Woman helpfully maps out partner's entire day off for him

A WOMAN whose partner is looking forward to a day off has helped him maximise the time by drawing up a list of jobs he needs to do.

Emma Bradford thoughtfully created a comprehensive timetable of mundane chores for Stephen Malley to save him having to remember them all himself.

Bradford said: “He’s cutting the lawn at 9.15am, washing the windows at 10, and vacuuming the car before lunch, which he’ll need to make for himself as I’m off out with my friends. It is a bank holiday, after all.

“He may as well batch cook enough for dinner all week while he’s at it. But I’ve scheduled in one can of beer at 1pm, I’m not a total slave driver.”

Malley said: “I was going to have a lie in until lunchtime then go to the pub, so this is a right pain in the arse.

“I’ll do my usual: half-arse the lawn and windows, and physically pick up the biggest bits of crap from the car so I don’t have to drag the bloody hoover outside.

“Then I’ll eat four bags of crisps for lunch and sack off making dinner by surprising Emma with a meal out later. She’ll be so impressed by this out-of-character romantic gesture she won’t notice the house is still a shit tip.”