God was Murdered

I’m fitter than the pole-dancing spanish strippers & south delhi street bitches, so when on the night of 12 th January ’23, I had a [Google-verified] heart attack, it surprised me more than when my ex-fiancé sold her engagement ring to buy a Sabyasachi lehenga & dumped me for a klepto-alcoholic-bipolar lezzie. But BetterThanGod-Google had fucked up — I had acid reflux, not a heart attack. Google-promoted YouTube doctors recommended me a diet that declared all foods & drinks toxic-as-AmberHeard barring hot-ginger water & skinny-milk oats. After 7 days of ICU diet, I woke up at 4am, didn’t shower, boarded the 6am train, with Örlã, to Jaipore. What I like about Örlã is her forrestgumplikecuriosity and childlikesugarrush. But it also means Örlã, if not tied-to-a-tree, is highly likely to disappear, trespass, pulldownherpants, or hop in a Fiat with a pedophile if he lures her with a cloud of cottoncandy. It was a risk to tag her along, but she is almost the last person who

Top Nine News of 11 th January 2023 God still loves White people Communism is still Capitalism’s bitch Rich still get away with Murder Love is all but replaced by SelfLove Babies are still pureEvil Kicking babies for fun is still illegal [so draconian] Drugs-&-Sex on Earth are still better than Makingout-&-Marrying on Mars [Screw Elon] Humans are still whores And it’s Miss Karl Marx, the alleged lesbian betch’s 22 nd birthday. Hey, Miss Karl Marx Six & a half years before you were born, O.J. Simpson slashed-stabbed-butchered his ex-wife, Nicole & her lover, Ron, on the crisp starry night of 12 th June 1994.     Marcia Clark was the lead prosecutor in the O.J. Simpson trial — Trial of the Century.  At 41, Marcia was already twice divorced — raising two kids & smoking fuck loads of cigarettes.   When she got the case, even a dimwit knew that nothing but an absolute miracle will save O.J. Simpson, aka Juice, from the electric chair. The case was as cut-