I'm going on mental vacation starting . . . Now. This weekend is Easter, which is about Jesus raising from the dead and such. Most of the traditions were stolen from the Pagans. They stole most of them from a guy named Norman. So, you know how it goes.
Our local creepy church, down the street, you know the kind, they always take things one step too far, has planted their three crosses again. Nice. I hope they grow a Messiah this year. Last year they left the three crosses up until it was far past their time. Yes, they went from being, "Oh hey look, crosses" to, "Oh hey, look, there's snow on the crosses. And one fell over."
So, uh. I should probably go before I'm doused in lighter fluid and burst into flames.
"O'Brien, Bistro table for one in hell."
I hear the Banana's Foster are to die for there. Literally.
I should be seeing Stereolab tonight. But I'm not. Stereolab probably won't be in hell.
But Keith Moon will be. It balances out.
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