I have Proof there is a God and he Hates me

14 Nov

I am going to a friend’s wedding this weekend.  I’m driving from Colorado to San Diego.  My original plan was to make it a lazy trip where I could stop, visit places, and enjoy the scenery.  Today, I slipped on the stairs and hurt my tailbone.  This means I’m going to have to spend fifteen hours sitting on a broken tail bone so I can get to the wedding.  

I think this confirms there is not only a God, but he hates me.  

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