The Shattered Prayer

I kind of have to wonder what R the P and Mojo do on Saturday mornings that lasts until noon. I have all sorts of weird ideas going through my head. Everything from festive brunches to some sort of bizarre charity work that they keep hidden from the rest of us because they’d hate for me to know that they’re philanthropic rather than misanthropic.

Of course, if they are attending festive brunches they’d better keep that a secret from me as well. They know I’ll make fun of that. Unless, of course, there is a blender full of margaritas present, and every Saturday they come home wasted.

Maybe they’re going to the Jehovah’s Witness church. Thats on Saturday. They say they get back around noon…. thats about right for church.

Oh my gods! They’re secretly Jehovah’s Witnesses!

Snack of the Moment: Toast. Iced Tea. Another Zantac.
Track of the Moment: VNV Nation - Beloved
First pee break: 10:45

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