If there’s an argument
against Intelligent Design,
it’s near our bladder.
An organ that,
as you age,
sends you to the
toilet more
frequently and
less effectively?
“But,” says my
ID friend,
“that’s God's way
of propagating
when we’re
young!”--forgetting,
for now, all the horny
old patriarchs
in his Bible.
And how
enlarged
was Methuselah’s
prostate when he passed?
I guess it’s
evolution’s
way of saying,
“Your little
fishies are
tired and weak.
Take a nap,
old man.”
(But I got to pee!)
