My sacrifices to the Clearasil god and the Pantene god were acceptable, and so they shone down upon me today graciously.
However, the god of Calories did nothing overnight about my figure and I still look 7 months pregnant. He hates me.
It is yet to be determined if my offerings were pleasing to the gods of photogenics and puppy bladders.
Light a candle, please.
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