Death Penalty

Maybe, we need satire to start with..

So, I was wandering about the death penalty. And yes, on the surface it does seems a bit harsh, and it is harsh. I mean who are we to decide it is a good idea to flank the leftnent and go for the kill, when the dude is breathing. I mean clearly God is on his side, the universe is making his live out, so the question is who are we to do this? Well, for society is one answer. Think of the women and children. All right twat!

That's what she said, after being tied to the bed and repeatedly poked in the eyes and ears all morning. And the child support, less that is said the better. But, jokes aside. It is a rather serious issue, and I need to resolve it for myself. Hopefully, the series will also help you through it. Whether you land on one side of eyes and ears of this child support.

The society making habit of us, also has a down size. Some of us, take two cookies instead of one, and the child is now a fiasco in the making of this rather busy afternoon in the supermarket, and Remi the local helper has to decide, whether to shop for change or help the poor mother. So, death penalty in this case would be to stay the place and ignore the plea of the little Cookie monster. It's breaking the floor sound, it's making the rather simple nice and veiled arena of goods and services, a comedy of errors, and it's attracting the neibourhood dogs, what does a Remi to do? Death Penalty.

Indeed, a free gift. What, that's not the intended consequence of these unruly actions. A pack of cookies at two in the morning started this fiasco and a gift of twin sweets ended it

. So, what good does this do to the overall plot of this narrative? Maybe, it goes to show, not every action is deserving of banishment from the supermarket, sometimes the actions of the cookie monster, is an ill advised munching habit of the elder later. But, enough satire. Onto the real stuff. It was real enough for me, some of you say daydreaming about disturbing the fish isle of the superstore, (Remi has to clean it on his paycheck, and there are not enough, fish to distribute)

So, what caused this issue? Well, probable someone somewhere, took a necklace from a lady and the lady said hang him, or her (no to discrimination). And we did put them on the witch trial, and the doctor said. A case of severe neck issue, and they indeed closed that superstore. Nobody wanted to see the Remi's, because who wants their neck robbed. Death Penalty? Alright, some time under the can, throbbing the prison toilets clean, that would teach'em! If not please refer to the following story. It has blood in it.

So, that bloody story. Yes. This one time, Remi was feeling of gray color and his odour was like that of a n old man is ho slipped on the fish oiled floor, and then it came, smash on his backside. He's bleeding on the street, smells like a soggy rotten Chihuahua eaten fish, and he's missing the wife's gift before the wedding, so no dinner date for him. So, with a soggy cloth wet on blood and a brooding wife, ignorant of the fact that the man was robbed, until the morning shower (maybe she's easy to please, or loves him more than the ring, I don't know). But, death Penalty!

Maybe, not yet. Clean them harder, put your hand into it. I mean the toilets, in prison. Not the other things. For that is what this next story is for.

And it will come next week. Till then wonder about little Lise, and her cookie charades, our fished out superstore man Remy, and the wife to come into the picture, because who was he? Slipped a hand on her thighs (death penalty).. tune in next week. I publish Mondays, so pay me or my neighbors dog travels the galaxy for good this time (also a series in the making, maybe it will debut with the wife touching encounter). Bye.. (a fairytale version of the story)