When, on the seventh day, I rested, the earth must have really gone to hell.
Why is it that when I come back to the office I always find everything in disarray?
The humans are turning back into monkeys, for My sake!
Does this look like my handiwork?
For future reference, I always leave a signature on the bottom of my work.
The same bottom, incidentally, which you are forbidden to explore.
I know it is tempting...but what's the use of being God if I don't get a special place?
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
Please feel free to add alternative captions if you can or comments if you can't.
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