When shit hits the fan
Many many years ago, in a land far far away, the first man ever to say “holy shit” lived happily with his wife in the Garden of Eden. Life was perfect in Eden, free food, free strip shows, you name it. Until one day a serpent stirred shit and threw it straight towards a spinning fan, you can imagine the results. Long story short, a very beautiful garden was ruined. Then, yesterday, in a land nearby, I met a man whose name shall not be uttered, not because of a confidentiality clause, but because I myself do not know his name. The man was carrying around with him a very heavy heart, a heart so heavy not even his face could hide it. I could tell by the colour of his eyes that his life bear the sour fruit known as lemons. I sat next to him and said “I reckon you can’t find the sugar for the lemonade”, he turned around, and with a confused faces replied “huh?”. I asked him “what’s wrong brother?”. He told me that the love of his life was not picking up his calls, nor replying to...