The day I decided to go running after a loooong dry spell of not running, my dad decided to get pizza. I did not ask for pizza or even mention pizza. This never happens.
The next day (today), my mom made dal makhani, paneer, AND paratha. Two different kinds of paratha. These are all like my favorite Indian foods that I never get to eat because we're south indian and because they make you fat. And I got to eat all of them on the same day. AND I DIDN'T EVEN ASK!!!!!! THIS NEVER HAPPENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think this means that God wants me to be fat. Possibly because my excess bulge will come in handy soon during the zombie apocalypse when I have to burn my stored fat for energy because I can't risk leaving my shelter to rob a Wal-Mart. This means that God thinks I have a good chance of making it through the apocalypse and I will need my extra fat reserves to nourish the several babies I must have in order to repopulate the Earth.
Awesome.
2 comments:
... do you even believe in God?
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^ LOL at Shalom. And LOL at Nisha.
I think it actually means that you SHOULD run, since God just threw all your favorite food at you at once. ;)
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