so i was just passing the time giving advice to a girl i met on FB back in my 'spiritual reading' days....she's stuck in Belgium staying with a 'host family' whilst her 'fiance' '( who looks dodgy as fuck) works in Dubai leaving her virtually penniless and without 'papers' (she's from the phillipines<<<however its fucking spelt)....and i hear 'HELLO?' coming from my back door....i'm thinking this strange....has my mum had a sex change without telling me? as its a male voice and i'm certain my brother isn't down....so i go look and there's a policeman!!.....quick mental flick through my head 'have i got any drugs in the house?....yeah like i fucking wish!!'
.....so he asks me have i heard about there being a missing 'fella' in Redruth.....????....errr no i tell him....from what he said it would seem that the family staying in the house next door (not mum's...the other side....its an air B&B).....seem to have lost someone.....and that's all i know...he wanted to look in the shed at the top of the garden....i guess he didn't find anyone.....and then he was gone....i wanted to ask...is it a kid?...what happenned??.....you know some useful detail so i can help....do i knock on their door??.....well i just did and no answer....good thing really as fuck knows what i would have said...'hello...have you lost someone?....oh really?...oh that's such a shame....i lost a cat last month'
so....ohh....thats got me really unnerved....fuck i should have asked that cop more stuff.....shit, should i be worried about kidnappers?....shit....fuck.....ohhh that's really quite eerie....why did he look in the shed?....this shed is small as shit...i mean just room to sit in maybe that's about it why would somebody choose that over the nice warm house just a few steps away?
i'm gonna get on google in a bit....doubt i'll find much
anyway....i have again changed my cult name...which is what i had originally only gone onto FB to do....the name is 'Fantastic Under Cover Knowledge Of Flying Fairies'......(F.U.C.K.O.F.F)
as i was 'chatting' with my phillipino friend stuck in Belgium....one of my 'friends' liked the post and commented that it sounded a bit too monty-python-ish and suggested 'Bloody Knuckles Vodka Philosophers'.....to which i pointed out the hidden message from MY choice of cult name....but that we could have a Bloody knuckles vodka philosophers day on a sunday
Mum also made me go out with her earlier....we went to Aldi and i couldn't figure out what substance it was that was affecting me there....whether it was the phenibut and modafinil i'd taken first thing this morning or the spoonful of Kratom leaves i had put into a cup of tea that i'd had about an hour or so before we left.....in hind-sight it must've been the tea.....i'm going to put my kettle on!!
so i'm no nearer to starting a cult......somebody is 'missing'......a FB 'friend' is stuck illegally in Belgium whilst her dodgy as fuck pakistani fiance' decides on what he's doing....she even asked for my phone number to give him so i could give him business advice....FUCK ME!!....see!!??? how fucking insane is that!!??....seriously this poor girl thinks i've got the answers to life the universe and everything......yet i just can't get this cult off the ground....and what i can't seem to do despite having all the will and want...is score some fucking drugs....it did even cross my mind to suggest to this girl stuck in Belgium to suggest to her pakistani fiance' that he should get into importing and exporting research chemicals so that he could export some to me then BAM we all win!!
.....so he asks me have i heard about there being a missing 'fella' in Redruth.....????....errr no i tell him....from what he said it would seem that the family staying in the house next door (not mum's...the other side....its an air B&B).....seem to have lost someone.....and that's all i know...he wanted to look in the shed at the top of the garden....i guess he didn't find anyone.....and then he was gone....i wanted to ask...is it a kid?...what happenned??.....you know some useful detail so i can help....do i knock on their door??.....well i just did and no answer....good thing really as fuck knows what i would have said...'hello...have you lost someone?....oh really?...oh that's such a shame....i lost a cat last month'
so....ohh....thats got me really unnerved....fuck i should have asked that cop more stuff.....shit, should i be worried about kidnappers?....shit....fuck.....ohhh that's really quite eerie....why did he look in the shed?....this shed is small as shit...i mean just room to sit in maybe that's about it why would somebody choose that over the nice warm house just a few steps away?
i'm gonna get on google in a bit....doubt i'll find much
anyway....i have again changed my cult name...which is what i had originally only gone onto FB to do....the name is 'Fantastic Under Cover Knowledge Of Flying Fairies'......(F.U.C.K.O.F.F)
as i was 'chatting' with my phillipino friend stuck in Belgium....one of my 'friends' liked the post and commented that it sounded a bit too monty-python-ish and suggested 'Bloody Knuckles Vodka Philosophers'.....to which i pointed out the hidden message from MY choice of cult name....but that we could have a Bloody knuckles vodka philosophers day on a sunday
Mum also made me go out with her earlier....we went to Aldi and i couldn't figure out what substance it was that was affecting me there....whether it was the phenibut and modafinil i'd taken first thing this morning or the spoonful of Kratom leaves i had put into a cup of tea that i'd had about an hour or so before we left.....in hind-sight it must've been the tea.....i'm going to put my kettle on!!
so i'm no nearer to starting a cult......somebody is 'missing'......a FB 'friend' is stuck illegally in Belgium whilst her dodgy as fuck pakistani fiance' decides on what he's doing....she even asked for my phone number to give him so i could give him business advice....FUCK ME!!....see!!??? how fucking insane is that!!??....seriously this poor girl thinks i've got the answers to life the universe and everything......yet i just can't get this cult off the ground....and what i can't seem to do despite having all the will and want...is score some fucking drugs....it did even cross my mind to suggest to this girl stuck in Belgium to suggest to her pakistani fiance' that he should get into importing and exporting research chemicals so that he could export some to me then BAM we all win!!
