I am in a vile mood today. I was at a hip bakery looking for answers when I ran into The Whore of Babylon. She bought me a gluten-free muffin. She offered me many obscene kingdoms. I said, “No thanks, I’m only in it for THE ROCK.” She purred and said, “Rock is dead, lover.” I said, “yeah.” She belched in my ear and said, “But for the funeral industry business is booming. Now go do your best.”
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