Wait, if violence is not involved it means there are at least 100 idiots who actually bought that "tickets"?
While I did find the story humorous, there are so many questions this story raises, such as . . .
That's what gets me, and how am I suppose to get the ticket to heaven, when I die, as I very well may be naked, when I get to heaven?
And if I gave the man a C note for the ticket, would he give me back a penny in change?
Why KFC? Why not McDonald's or some other hamburger franchise?
Does that mean that Christ has started eating healthier?
How did he know it was Christ who gave him the tickets? Well, I guess that one is answerable, but . . .?
If Christ came up to me on the street in the city, where I live, would I know it was Jesus?
How can you set up someone who is all-knowing, wouldn't He know that you were wearing a wire?
And aliens from outer space are now called Stevie?
But . . .?! After the laughs come the tears. I can't help but feel sorry for the people selling the tickets, the people buying the tickets, for how can anybody that stupid manage to survive in the everyday world? And . . . yes . . . I especially feel sorry for the baby alligator. Though, I imagine he is now going to a better home someplace in Florida. Maybe Walt Disney Word, where they have pulled alligators, some of good size, out of the resort pools and out of the waters that are accessible to the guests, and taken them, the alligators, not the guests, to areas of the World that are inaccessible to the public.
Even, if the story is false, as it appears to be, it is one heck of a story. Though, it does give me some hope for Floridians, excluding journalists. Maybe they are not as dumb as they appear to be. Till the next true story from Florida.