When I think about whether or not God exists, I sometimes picture a case of Ramen Noodles. Now I still am unsure whether or not these delicious noodles prove anything about a higher power, but what I do know is that it must be through divine intervention that we are able to buy them for twenty five cents. I must admit, I have "sworn to God" that I would kill several folks in my college career when the fire alarm was set off by the over cooking of Ramen. It wasn't just that I had to walk out into the snow after being woken up bare-ass naked, but it was the question of how anyone could neglect such an admired staple of college survival. I have to imagine it was the result of some mother who bought their freshman kid the beef flavor, as the beef they must have derived that flavor from was definitely a product of mad cow disease. I know it is silly to be so judgmental about my Ramen, but I sometimes have this reoccurring dream about being stranded on a deserted island with nothing but a shipload of Ramen and a solar powered microwave. You are probably thinking this sounds pretty good and relaxing, but it is a nightmare! The ramen turns out to be beef flavored, and I am forced to eat sand and fecal matter. Disgusting, yes it is. I can only pray to God that if I ever really am deserted on an island, my saving noodles with be of chicken flavor.
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