God was Murdered

Kevin Pietersen {KP} was born in South Africa {SA} to an English mother. He turned out to be a prick. He was good at lotsa things; mostly rubbish, but one. Kevin was freakishly spectacular at Cricket. Problem-Problem, he was white. You see Cricket SA has a racial quota. They love blacks, Muslims, lesbians & all the people who think the world is against them. KP said his father was Afrikaner but everyone had their eyes on his milky mother. Slimy f***ers. KP tried to suntan the shit outta his skin but he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone. KP divorced SA. He moved to the fattest, whitest place on earth. The place with the worst Indian restaurants by the dozen. England. I got nothing against the English. I know they robbed the country of my birth for over 200 years, but they did give India: Tea, Cricket & a massive inferiority complex unshakable even after 70 years of British departure. After slogging his ass for mandatory four years in English county cricket, piss

Qool Cuestion : Can you kill someone you love ? No way, right?  Frankly, you’ve no fucking idea what you’re capable of till the betch is dead . ——— There’s so much ‘out there’ in this age of intrusive tech that ‘quality’ has become a whorish (elastic) term like ‘friend’ since the advent of Zuckerberg’s Fa k ebook. That’s why the podcast ‘Serial’ stands out like a superbabe in a red bikini in the middle of a (with all due respect) mosque. Serial was recommended to me by my former BFF. She & me stopped being friends since the installation of a primitive species: the boyfriend, who arrived with a list, a.k.a patriarchal conditions of relationship where you deny the girlfriend to go out with male friends late or have alcohol, fearing it may lead to her doing it with a boy, instead of trusting her not to do it anyway. Of course, she & me are still BFFs on Fakebook. That’s where she shoved Serial down my throat. Serial is a podcast spread over 12 episode