One time I prayed to God and a different God answered my prayer in a language I didn’t understand so I just gave up and became a Buddhist monk but then they kicked me out of the monastery on account of my boobs and also I was wasted on sharpies all day. So I went back home and prayed again to see if anyone would answer in my language, the only one that matters but no one answered. So then I became a Buddhist monk and uhhh something about drawing all over my tits with sharpies in a temple and some angry bald guy telling me to leave. He was nice though he gave me a quarter to call my grandma for a ride. When she picked me up she told me she prayed I was safe but some other God answered her in wing dings and I didn’t understand how that was possible until I remembered she has Stephen Hawking’s old rig set up for herself. So I prayed to God she wouldn’t crash the car because she’s not exactly mobile and guess what?! My prayer got answered by a guy named Steve who called my dad an asshole in the 5th grade. I guess what I’m getting at is if you pray to God you could have a fun adventure like I did despite the fact that there’s no such thing as gods.