Going godless

I have proof against intelligent design. As usual, the revelation has to do with sex.

An engineer joke has the following punchline: god must be one in order to have run a recreational facility right through one for waste
management. Exactly.

Why could the sexual organs not be better positioned? There are many better options. For example, on the hand. This would make airtravel
more enjoyable, what with having to do it in the lavatory otherwise, not that it is spacious, but I suppose it is private. You could hold hands under the blanket and have sex even as the attendant serves you dessert. And you could have sex right there sitting on the couch and watching TV. Come on, admit this would be revolutionary. Business meetings would finally be fun, shaking hands and all that. Not to mention the ease of operation - I mean, there is no leverage when you go missionary. Not that I would know, since according to my religion I am still a "child".

Next, how about the head? Finally we men can stop lying when we tell women the dress does not make their ass look big, and anyway we realy like them for their brains (close enough). No need to struggle with zips, underpants etc. Just like kissing, but actually going some
place. (oh yeah, sorry ladies, we kiss only to open other doors). And finally the phrase "giving head" makes sense. (On a related note, why "blow" job? It seems to be quite the opposite, based on my careful Internet research) But that will rob the English language of the useful word "dickhead", so let us move on.

Maybe the leg? On the foot or on the knee perhaps? It may destroy the sport of football as we know it, but again, think how easy it would be - you've got to admit that it'd easier to go back and forth with a repositioning there, rather than the awkward pelvic thrusting that sex
today involves, unless you are Fergie or Shakira.

I am calling my cosmetic surgeon.

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