Saturday, March 7, 2015

The Beach

God and I took a stroll along the beach in San Diego.

God said, "You look really tired."

I said that I was worn out from all the winter in Chicago.

God said, "I made the weather shitty for you back in Chicago so you'd come out here and see this amazing beach."

I said I would have come out to the beach if he had just asked me.

God said, "No you wouldn't."

I said, "Yeah, you're right."

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