And then I woke up to that distinctive but terrible smell again. Despite the restraining order, God must have jimmied one of the windows and sneaked in. Terrifies the cat and inspires horrific bouts of pungent diarrhea all up and down the carpet. And guess who gets to clean it up then?
God — someone who invented the whole concept of "doofus" (along with everything else, they say), and now appears to be hell-bent on playing the part.
God got pissed over some damn little thing (again) and then threatened to zap me (again), so I had to fire him. About time. And it's always a "him", isn't it? Maybe I'll see if Aphrodite is accepting new clients now. I hear that she can be fun at times. Would be a nice change.
If God is so great, and omnipotent and all, then why doesn't everyone automatically love cats? And why are there still Republicans (and Democrats)?
If you ask me, God wouldn't even make a reliable doorstop. Who needs an egotistical, argumentative doorstop?
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Me? Probably need a spankin'.
