If God/Invisible Man In The Sky/Cthulhu/Jesus/Allah/Buddha/Joe Pesci asked me what I did with my life I'd ask Him what He made me for...
Then I'd ask Him what the purpose of being human was (Assuming that I'm 6 feet under and happily having my flesh eaten by bacteria, fungus and earthworms) and for the grand finale in the delightful method of blaspheming so nonchalantly: Why we must worship him.
Post questions to the Omni-Everything, down I go to fire and brimstone having a barbeque with my own carcass. Can I get a 'Hell yea?' Perhaps that was a little too disturbing...
CLEAN SLATE!!! MY KINGDOM FOR A CLEAN SLATE!!!!
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