Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of two extreme fringe spastic cults who are going to court over a fracken-cracker. One cult is accusing another of stealing one of their fracken-crackers after the canonically appointed mystic incantation had been recited over it.
I have no idea why anybody would wanna steal a fracken-cracker when you can buy them for $9.55 for a package of a thousand. And why would you wanna have their mystic incantation recited over it when you'd consider only your own mystic incantation to be canonically valid?
Anyhow, I think I read an update on the situation where the alleged thief returned the fracken-cracker even though it wasn't clear that it even was stolen in the first place. Besides, who'd wanna risk trying to use a fracken-cracker with somebody else's mystic incantation recited over it anyhow?
Well anyhow, so much for fracken-crackers. Our church generally uses real bread anyhow, with a stash of fracken-crackers sitting around just for emergencies.
Yesterday we didn't get any of the promised rain. I did a buncha stuff and the tron undergrounders undergrounded a buncha trons, but not right in front of our place.
Today the Wondrous Weather Website is predicting rain again so we probably won't get any again. We've scheduled a quest to Baltimore, the City of Cone Zones.
Happy Orange Cone Dodging!
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