It would seem it’s 4 days on, 3 days off and if it looks like rain don’t come at all. My Favourite slew of handerouterers weren’t plying Garema Place today. Except a Feed The Hungry guy. He politely didn’t harange me so I dropped him some coin.
Anyway, fate it seemed was happy to steer clear of me while I went about the business of wasting my hard earned pay on vacuous crap. Till I hit the food court that is.
Amoung the populous throng on my way to the ATM, I spotted a happy Metal couple. I’ll say now, I dig on Goth, and this pair happily held hands like any harmonious couple, her with one hand proudly perched on her swollen womb. Good on ya guys, it’s lots of fun if you want it and remember that breast is best.
Then the besuited cherub faces in line at the ATM giggled quietly to themselves.
“Guess they ran out of goat sacrifices.”
“Yeah, maybe abortion is their hobby.”
Yet if I aborted their undeserved tongues up their own keishters and threw their screaming bodies from the third floor all the way down to the food court, I’d be the one arrested for being intolerant and unkind to my fellow man. Is there no Justice!