I found feathers in my soup again. And I spent all day yesterday preparing it too. What kind of deity hangs out in the shadows and then sneaks a handful of feathers into someone's freshly-prepared onion soup? I mean, doesn't this clown have a job or something, or even a decent hobby?
If I were "Supreme Being", I'd just give everyone a billion dollars and then retire to my private island and the hell with them all.
What kind of parasite would God be? Well, don't we already know?
When I was small, God was big, and dangerous. Now that I'm big, God has vanished. Coward.
When was the last time you saw God just all laid back and relaxed, enjoying life, maybe eating a hot dog with chips and a beer? Like never? Suspicious yet?
If you think you have it bad now, how about trying to be one of God's relatives, especially a son. "Trying" is the key word. It's a very trying way to live. Just ask that one guy. I bet he has words for you.
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Me? Suddenly also have feathers in my shoes.
