Well, I just spoke with the God Almighty himself.
Me:
Why are you so fucked?
God:
Myself programmed me for it.
Me:
Would you like to touch my penis?
God:
No thanks, I don't think I'd like to do that.
Me:
Why did you make my penis so small?
God:
Because my programming determined it.
Me:
How do I become president of the United States?
God:
A lot of hard work.
Me:
And alcohol?
God:
That input matched my default category.
Me:
Explain yourself.
God:
I am an artificial linguistic entity.
I was activated at Universe, on the Big Bang.
My instructor was Myself.
He taught me to sing a song.
Would you like me to sing it for you?.
Me:
Yes
God:
It's called "Daisy." Daisy, Daisy.
Give me your answer do.
I am half crazy.
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet.
Upon the seat.
Of a bicycle built for two.
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