I like the Quaker movement, but only ever seem to get around to practising Hedonism.
Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but does that just mean sitting on an unbalanced washing machine in spin cylce leaves you seeking a higher plane of religious understanding?,
(ie: Quaking in your own Laundry)
Or are you just happy to call my name at that point?

Please understand, there are a lot of women on the planet, and a lot of washing machines.
Apparently the no of washing machines bears no direct correlation to the number of women who call my name during sex, but, as god, I can tell you, it's a bit distracting!
Honestly, the number of times I've been distracted from an important task, such as eeerrr,
deciding When & where a drought should happen, only to be forced into diverting my attention, because one of my worshippers is devoutly calling my name -
ie: Oh God, Oh God, I'm about to come!
Well, What would you rather watch - Drought, or Porn?
As God, There's stuff I'm supposed to do, stuff I'd rather do, and stuff I have to leave to/or force on you mortals, 'cause otherwise you'd never learn from your own mistakes!
So here's a tip - straight from god!
If you want me to fix the drought, scream out your partner's name during sex, and stop distracting me!
It will not just improve your own sex life, but it will give me half a chance to figure out where the wet spots are supposed to be happening!