The Other Day in: October
In the name of God, compassionate & merciful بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ | Peace be with you السلام عليكم
25th Oct: For the whole month I saw crappy costumes and orange vegetables walk the streets. When my mother bought a pumpkin for soup though, I knew someone had unchained the jinn.
Don't misunderstand, masha'Allah my mother's the Cordon Bleu of cooking but heed my warning when I say, do NOT remain in the same room when she holds the World's Sharpest Knife in her hand, with racks of illegal spices. A week later and that pumpkin was still not soup, and as it sat on the tabletops with a freaked out expression, I sighed at the prospects of therapy.
30th Oct: I stole someone's iPhone and refused to give it back, until it was snatched back and I got plonked on the head.
Shmexy iPhone, how I love thee...
31st Oct: I bought face-paints for £1 from Poundland. For a quid you can get the most irksome obsolete things. Like a credit-card light/ torch. And packs of recycled batteries. And pink sunglasses. Anyway the face-paints were tested on this boy who did not object to a skeletal look. He was fidgety therefore he wore only half a skeletal look... Kinda like Two-Face, but only... One-Face. Pfft, whatever.
Am I the only jabbering revolutionist who refuses to fall for the capitalist Christmas sales which begun in October? Holy cheeses, the proletariat are flushing their principles down with their cash. Save us Babbo Natale.
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