Your "god" couldn't have "laughed his head off", cuz he long ago laughed his head off, and laughed his self into extinction when he saw all of you running around praying to something that isn't, for everything you wish you have, and for everything you wish to eliminate...
In my cases, in topic.. I sure ain't a "gift" to any woman.. but I sure can give 'em gifts, that sometimes knock socks, and
panties off too... but a few women I've met sure have felt like they were sort of more than a "gift" (from a greater source than the mix we got here)... in platinum's diamond and ruby embraces I wished could never end...
..but ended anyway...
Essentially "god's gifts" cannot exist, except in ones fantasty world...
If you have ever dated women, you would know that they can be as mean as they can be a precious delicious treasure.. as if their spirits have a hot and a cold water tap... and you never know which tap is the hot nor the cold till you've turned it on...
...like the time I was a humpin' and a pumpin' and a stroking, like my life depended upon it.. and Rachael says, in her deepest most powerful commanding warrior-voice.. "If you stop, I'll Kill youu!"...
I din't stop.. but I sure wondered how it was that I could be keeping it up after a death threat, from one who essentially could mean it..?
Then we rocketed beyond purple-planet.. to somewhere else no one has ever visited before...