It's the seventies in heaven. The general mood of heaven at any given
time is the favorite age of the majority of the dead, and as it
happens, these days it's all about the 1970s. Key parties, discos, bell
bottoms, hippies, pot, CBs, swingin' -- all the best of the 70s,
indulge as much as you like!

God, for example, is attended by lithe silky disco beauties round the
clock sucking on his ten-foot cock. Like a plethora of soft little
slugs, their satiny lips covering every square inch of his peter. His
saintpeter, as he likes to call it.

Harry Reems has nothing on God. God's got the biggest cock of all.
Could God create a cock so big even he couldn't get it up?