Everyday at work people will ask me a question and while I am answering their question they will, often sharply, cut me off and pose another question (sometimes two). Then they’ll ask to use the bathroom and really go to work. That’s when I go outside, take a deep breath, and stare directly at the Sun. While my corneas are blistering I will mutter to God that I may be even more contemptuous of his creation than he is. That’s why me and God are pals…(sorry for the gender specific language-but not real sorry-BURRRRRPPPPPP)
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