Why not said the god of prostitutes and men of lose morals and negotiable affection, with large, protruberant, smelly, hairy potatoes on laserpowered waterskis.
Because without intelligence to calculate their interplanetary banana trajectories and lunar assylums, they would probably, indubiably cease to know how they alchemically convert transexual nuns into large protruberant smelly hairy potatoes.
It is undeniable, erotic and repulsive that financially comfortable buffer...
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