Please, give me peace.
Please, give me peace.
Captain’s log. Stardate now, the time between Christmas and New Year. Everything seems quiet, but the relatives lie in wait. The opportunity they have anticipated is right after the next midnight, or this one. Maybe two more. Soon, though. Timing is vital but unimportant.
Yeah, I don’t want to be left or right on the recent spate of stabbing attacks, so if I get stabbed to death by a group of illegals at a festival of diversity, please don’t let the pool of blood surrounding me lean to the left or to the right. Coriolis, that’s what I’m talking …
Okay, so, to clarify, I have ideas, and I openly share those ideas. Here, mostly, but sometimes on YouTube comments, and occasionally on Facebook.
It seems random, and I can never count on it happening, but sometimes it goes the right way. For context, I drink a lot of whiskey when I’m watching YouTube, and possibly Facebook, but unlikely. The whiskey is likely, the Fartbook is not. Heh heh. Fartbook. A Beavis inspired invention.
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