Masseuses And Heras.

DI was the day before.
DI=Moja with capital M day. Even if the quiz sucks. And someone needs an ENT. Or a new Stanley. And even though you could do without it, Raji's White Rose doesn't make up for a Silver Grill Jungle King special. And insane monkeys falling over one another.

You remember the exact moment when you're heart aches for He-Man. When asked to distinguish between Dormant and Inactive bank accounts. And when you realise Hera's breast was responsible for the Milky Way.

And then those times when Weird assumes an entirely different dimension. When you are asked for a massage. A secsual favour as some would call it.


I'm slyly slitting his jugular vein.




Don't tell anyone.