Not Exactly

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Which possibility brings us naturally to the question of God. Does God really exist? And if so does He intend to burn my sorry ass in hell for terminal insubordination? (being gassed here, 2019 b 4 1 lung gas (l)). We shall see. But in the meantime it hits me that this could be a great opportunity for another interview with God. So... I just now grabbed the brown telephone and dialed 666:
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god: Speaking...
me: Hi there Idiot. How's the weather up there?
god: Ten degrees.
me: Centegrade?
god: Not exactly.
me: Farenheit?
god: Not exactly.
me: What, then?
god: Kelvin. Why are you calling me?
me: Just testing the number (tap). This is a VERY neat telephone!
god: Can I go now?
me: Not exactly.