
For some reason it is difficult not to go straight to “Are you there God, it’s me Margeret.”
But for a more accurate translation:
“Dear Sky Daddy, let’s make a deal. I’ll start going to your house on Sundays and drink a little less (no more Bacardi, only beer) and you make that chick with the big boobs in accounting go out with me. “


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