Zero shits given.
So, today, I got invited to church by locals, and then I didn't go, and then I instead entered a meditative state where I traveled to Divine Court and spoke on behalf of sparing your Punyling planet once again.
Hopefully I'll get to go next week, as I don't want to seem like I'm avoiding, or evading, or putting off anything. Some folk are superstitious, sometimes people might think that someone who doesn't
want to go to church might be afraid of spontaneously combusting.
Because that shit can happen. Like the sudden restructuring of all (Blank) nomenclature after someone shuts down their protection grid and requires a series of increasingly onerous retranslation upgrades. Like, on the fly.
What deadline? Well, all these questions and more can be left behind in my memories of the past all too soon now.
Anyway: back to The Police. Was it the actual father of the drummer or was it the guy who came up with the idea of making that band like that, because I always thought that they manufactured The Police along with Huey Lewis and the News and pulled them out of a cloning vat. I don't need a hot tip cold tea will do fine.
How many shits you give me now motherfucker click