Can Vince Basile and Goodrum fill each other's gaps?
Discuss.
The existence of gaps is an offense against God, man, and orthodontists. Man, in his eternal task to increase the spiritual propinquity between himself and his beneficent Creator, is charged with completing God's work (non-unionized) as atonement for self-incurred exile from the Garden (no more free breadsticks). Ironically, the idea of open gaps fills man with
the hornies terror. Wise men like Parmenides, Plato, and Aristotle were troubled by the idea of gaps, and transferred some of their unease to the physical world through a saying the ancient sages knew like the back of their glans; namely, that nature abhors a vacuum (unless it's a cordless Dustbuster).
Contra ancient wisdom, but no less disturbed by the notion of gaps, Galileo the Great tried to put the issue to rest. Galileo (who, during his confinement, developed a hack squat prototype based on his kinematic law of angled resistance -- although apocryphal, his jailers reported to the Pope that the father of modern science displayed very pleasing thigh sweep in his front abdominal and thigh pose) proposed that God had written the book of Nature in the language of mathematics, and, if interpreted correctly and taken to its logical limits, shows that the idea of a pure vacuum is most untenuous (True, but we must consider what conclusions might have arisen if this giant of thought had made the acquaintance of one Tbombz).
Nevertheless, gaps, either material or in thought, must be filled: gaps in faith, gaps in knowledge, gaps in Queen Vissy's mangina (I need not remind erudite Getbiggers of Aristophanes' revealing disquisition in Plato's
Symposium). Subsequently, with consideration to the question posed above, I do believe that the aggregate surface area of Master Goodrum's engorged tube can fill, if not dilate-the-shit-out-of, the hollow volume area(s) of Magister Basile's gap(s). However, I do not believe this sacred act of corking lacunae can be reciprocally performed. This is no knock against our venerable Brother Hypertrophus, but rather, as expressed in Pascal’s
Pensées, "The internal vastness of Goodrum's ass frightens me." Hand to God, and with a sincere No Homo.