Me and my freinds have always beleived that there are certain acts that are so cool, so magnificent and so impossible to perform that if anyone ever pulled them off they would be God. In my mind after you perform the act the heavans would part God would come down from the mount and say “Dude, I can’t top that. You win. The job is yours. Here are the keys to the Pearly Gates, this is my laptop. The smite button hasn’t worked for the last century. I’m going to the Bahamas. Cya.”
The only thing I can think of that would be sufficiently cool to impress God would be sleeping with both Olsen twins at the same time. So my question to you is “What merits dietyhood?”
Depends on the God. No matter what you do, the Calvinist God would come down and say, “I knew you were going to to that.”
Dietyhood? I’d say losing a few pounds and fitting into a smaller jean size 
I seriously hope this was written tongue-in-cheek. (And, no, I am not denying that they have grown up to be cute young ladies.)
For my part, if I could just make a rock so big I couldn’t move it, I’m sure I’d be well on my way to divinity.
I have been reliably informed by email that A penis so large it would impress God is but a few clicks away…
Hey, I get that “reliable” e-mail as well. I think that would impress God, since I don’t have a penis that I am aware of. 
Thats kinda funny. God was impressed with Abel’s “meat” wasn’t he?
I think he’d be awfully impressed if everyone went along with that “do unto others” bit.
Don’t know if this will get you the keys to the kingdom, but lead a totally sinless life would be up there.
Hmm. Creating a universe in five days?
Hell, you kids are spoiled these days. When I was your age, we would create entire universes to order! In only two days! Rain, sleet, or snow by gum!
His own ability to question whether he exists or not.
Love.
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And that’s Jesus.
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Pitch a perfect game against the Yankees.
Win the Masters as an amateur.
Beat either one of UConn’s basketball teams, 2 out of 3.
Find a peaceful solution, where everyone saves face, in Iraq.
Seeing my uncle Henk pick up a check?
…Is this your card?
Raising yourself from the dead in just 1 day (Friday-Sunday is two days).
“Dude, even my son couldn’t do that! Hey, Peter! Kill the fattened calf!”
—Remember that “Outer Limits” episode where the guy created a tiny planet in his lab, and life spawned on it, developing from single-celled organisms to the post-Atomic age in a matter of days?
That’s pretty cool. Even for a God.
—The handful of times that a sniper has killed another sniper, by shooting the other one through his scope?
Lucky as hell, sure. But still pretty impressive.
—Managing to slay said God.
Almost impossible, sure. And morally questionable, to say the least. But if I were God, and somehow found myself with the spear of destiny shoved between my etherial ribs, or something, I’d like to think that I’d at least croak “Good shot…!” before I slipped into oblivion.
Getting that damn fly through the open part of the car window would be a Godlike feat, I’ll tell you whut.