God, "Donna, I want to talk to you."
God, "You just aren't getting the rules I've set."
What do you mean?
God, "Well when's the last time you loved thy neighbor?"
What's your point?
God, "I just think you could be doing a lot better. What about forgiveness?"
I try God, but every time I forgive, You send 2 more in my path. They're everywhere, Walmart, the gas station, the school, my job, even my neighborhood. And half the time the the ones I forgive stick it right up my ass again. So seriously dude, what's up with you?
God, "I'm asking the questions here, I am God."
I know, but why do you love every one but me?
God, "Because you're a bitch, Donna, and won't help your kids with their homework."
Oh, well if that's what it takes, fuck it.
God, "Girl, you got a attitude. Do you know who you're messin with?"
Ah, I'd say you been messin with me.
God, "What up with all the drama? You need to chill out. Here..."
God, "Not just any pot..Amnesia Haze."
I didn't know you got high.
God, "I am higher than anything and anyone, outshining everything you can see in the skies."
God, "ROTFLMAO! Ya feel me?"
I do now.
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