Monday, November 24, 2014

Bastards

The One True Spence did sit, eating His lunch. As He ate, he began to think. And this was His thought “All complications in our lives are of our own design. Take this sandwich for instance; a cold sandwich is not a bad sandwich, but as I have decided this one should be hot, a sandwich that is perfectly good now seems distasteful. It is because of my own desires that this sandwich is no longer good enough.” And it was good. Then, another thought came to Him; “Wait a minute, if I had gone to lunch on time, my sandwich would be warm. This be no fault of mine, but ‘tis the work of the customers. Bastards.” Praise be to Spence!

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