So, apparently, I need to get off with this woman at work.
Now.... listen cheese, and listen to me good. Have you seen this woman, or, pray tell, ever spoken to her?
No.
Well, I have. I mean, you know, she's OK and all that but really? It's not going to help, there is no way.
Now I know what you are thinking - the cheese has given you a sign, a sign you have been seeking. It is the lantern of truth, the font of enlightenment, the scrying bowl of serendipity. But I ask you, how does one interpret such a sign? How does one interpret a carefully crafted poem or fine oil painting? People can tell you it is one thing, but it is up to you to know, to feel in your fibres, your mortal soul, it is up to YOU, to know the truth to what it means to you.
And I can tell you, as sure as oranges are actually green*, that I should definitely NOT get off with this woman. It is a sign that that would be a bad move. This dream is telling me, you think it's bad now? Well try THIS one out for size!
Although... Maybe, just maybe, in the way a chess master will sacrifice his pawn, or even his queen, there could be some long playing tactical advantage in fulfilling this dark prophecy.. Only time, and likely half a bottle of rum, can tell for certain.
Anyway, I remembered that last night. It was actually from the Bonbel, but I understandably forgot about it. The Bavarian was rubbish - no effect at all. I'm sure of that. The Bonbel doesn't get an upgraded rating though, because of the trauma caused.
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*It's true. Just google it.
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