A prayer of hope

Dearest gawd in heaven.
It is with truest of hearts and lunch in throat that Arnica besieges thee for help. Arnia prays for one thing, and that one thing is that, in your all-knowing smartness, did you remember to make sure that this person, whom you made in your likeness, had the forethought and sense of smell to use a NEW article of men's underwear when she made her super awesome tank top? Or did you at least make sure she washed it first? No? oh, well.

Hallowed be thy sandwhich.