How You Can Tell That There Is No God; Or, If There Is, That He Hates You

Sunday, July 27, 2008 at 7:30am

You wake up at 8am on a Sunday morning and you reach for the last coffee pod in your apartment.  As you approach the coffee machine, you drop the pod on the table, and it rolls off the table into the most inaccessible section of your kitchen.  To access this part of your kitchen, and retrieve the increasingly important coffee pod, you have to move the table; a feat that should only be attempted after you are fully awake.  Oh the irony.

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