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I woke up this morning and realized that I had created LIFE! A forgotten OJ container, standing in the corner of a seldom used kitchen, Begat some fuzzy black spores. You may say that that's gross, but it crosses my mind: What if I left it there, on the counter, for say, a hundred billion years? Would I end up with a monkey, a dolphin, or maybe a giraffe?! And is this what God feels like, when she returns from her nap, her **** or wherever she's been? Does she glance at the rancid OJ container and say, like me, "What the heck?? Did I leave that out all week?" And then will she, like me, carelessly toss it into the garbage??
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Tropicana 404
I woke up this morning and realized that I had created LIFE! A forgotten OJ container, standing in the corner of a seldom used kitchen, Begat some fuzzy black spores. You may say that that's gross, but it crosses my mind: What if I left it there, on the counter, for say, a hundred billion years? Would I end up with a monkey, a dolphin, or maybe a giraffe?! And is this what God feels like, when she returns from her nap, her **** or wherever she's been? Does she glance at the rancid OJ container and say, like me, "What the heck?? Did I leave that out all week?" And then will she, like me, carelessly toss it into the garbage??
larry-i-jones
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
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