how many angels can fuck on the head of a pin
Over the years a huge number of theological man-hours have been spent debating the famous question:
How Many Angels Can Fuck on the Head of a Pin?
In order to arrive at an answer, the following facts must be taken into consideration:
Firstly, angels simply don’t fuck. It’s one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel. They may approve of one possible result of the human proclivity for procreation, namely: more humans, but they don’t feel the urge to get in on the action. So, none.
At least, nearly none. Aziraphale had learned to fuck in a discreet gentlemen’s club in Portland Place, in the late 1880s, and while he had initially taken to it like a duck to merchant banking, after a while he had become quite good at it, and was quite put out when, some decades later, the club closed down for good.
So providing the fucking was within a gentleman’s club, and providing that he had a suitable partner (also able, for the sake of argument, both to fuck, and to do it on the head of a pin), the answer is a straightforward one.
Then again, you might just as well ask how many demons can fuck on the head of a pin. They’re of the same original stock, after all. And at least they fuck. [Although it’s not what you and I would call fucking. Not good fucking anyway. A demon fucks like a white band on “Soul Train.”]
(with apologies to Sers Gaiman and Pratchett; this is an almost direct copy of the corresponding sequence in the Good Omens novel and should not be considered as original fic)
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