Sunday, sunday (la la, lala la lalala)



Was looking forward to a nice, quiet and relaxing day.

But no. It's Mother's Day here in Soooth Effrica (and in the US as well, I
guess) so the hotel restaurant is fully booked and crawling with
ankle-biters and nipple-suckers all screaming at the top of their little
lungs.

I guess that makes me a mother-hater .... which makes me a psychopath..
GAAAHHHHHH! KILL!! KILL!

Who would've guessed, eh?

Just off out to find an Uzi, a bag of crack and a couple of nuns before I
take residence in the clock tower.


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