Friday, July 3, 2009

Hot Boxed by God

And another thing: the weather in New England since June has been UNACCEPTABLE. Seriously, it had to be said in caps. We've had nothing but rain and doom and gloom.

Listen you guys, I think I finally figured out what's going on here: We've been hot boxed by God!

Sure it's God so his farts are just fog and thunder and a little rain. Of course they don't smell bad and they give life to flowers and whatnot. Even so, I think we can all agree that this little prank has gotten out of hand.

There's God, sitting on the bed chuckling and slapping his knee and refusing to let us out from under the cloud cover. He thinks this is the funniest thing he's done since tricking his buddy into building that gigantic, ridiculous boat or the time he made his other friend think he was going to have to kill his own son! Hilarious!

But that's the trouble with God. He doesn't have a good sense of humor.

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