Last night across the north of the imaginary country of England, an earthquake struck (5.3 Richter), shortly before 1 am GMT (or the far better midnight, portuguese time).

I and my wife were awoken. I naturally claimed it as an earthquake, but my wife, far more astute than I, pointed out the real reason: I must have forgotten to put the cat out, and the way in which the bed bounced was therefore the cat jumping on to and off the bed.

Even then BBC (Barbarian Broadcasting Cabal) were deceived.

Now that I know the truth, I shall bend all my endeavours to harnassing this mighty power: where ever you may be hiding in the fog, fear my cat, the mighty Jet (he's jet black)



Wiz Nigs
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