"What kind of stupid ass question is that?" God fired back.
'Well," I said, trying to explain, "Winston is a boy dog and likes other boy dogs ... and Jesus do you see what happens when I give him a bone ...""Listen," a very irritated Deity exclaimed shutting me up, "I created life and gave it to everybody. I made everybody a little different. I made everybody special."
"Hmmm," I mumbled taking a sip of wine. I didn't want to piss God off so I gave it a few moments and took another sip.
It was a nice night. Stars twinkled in a black sky. A sliver of moon gave just enough light. We listened as the tide rolled in and waves crashed on beach. There was just enough ocean breeze to make it pleasant.
"Listen," I began again ...
"I'm always listening," God fired, "except to stupid questions."
God was obviously still miffed.
"A gay dog though ..." I started but was again quickly interrupted.
"What about the gift of life can you not get through you're thick head?" God shouted. "It's a gift. Everybody is special? Why do want to make it boring by making everyone the same?"
"Holy Shit," I thought to myself. "I hope I don't get sent to hell on the spot!"
At that precise moment, Goddess meandered out on the deck followed by Winston, the little gay dog. Goddess immediately collapsed at God's feet and started snoring.
God smiled and leaned over and picked up Winston, the little gay dog, who flashed the smile he normally reserves only for Sarah. A large bone appeared out of nowhere in Winston, the little gay dog's, mouth. God tickled him behind the ears while he chomped down on the bone.
"Does he always ask such stupid questions?," God said to Winston, the little gay dog, who looked up and wagged his tail.
"Did you see what he's done to his Guardian Angel?" God continued giving Winston, the little gay dog, lots of love.
I sipped my wine deciding the conversation was over and did my best to enjoy the rest of the night.
