For those who were wondering...
April some time in the very early seventies. This is the day God decided he was dishing out an ass whooping.
"I'm going to create a short Negro (that was still kind of politically correct to say at the time) with the smallest penis of any Negro known.
"He will be reasonably intelligent. For fun I will make him smart enough to know that he is missing out on something but not smart enough to know what it is."
Whispering and rumbling amongst the angels; "Yes, medamn it," thundered God's voice. "He will have a name...Jamal...that's it...perfect. Small penis, big lips, bad attitude, brains. This should get him killed no problem."
"If he should ever figure out what's going on he will be pissed. Who cares?!? What's he going to do? I'm God!!! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
I'm guessing the conversation went something like that. I could be wrong.
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