On a medieval torture table, Don’t Care was converted, having finally pissed everyone far enough off the chart, his attitude to life being so grating that those around had taken action. Why should all else invest emotionally while he leaned back in his chair with that smug look on his face and detached himself from life?
So Don’t Care was taken by the hair to the torture rooms and burned and stretched and cut and crushed as those who knew him put forward arguments to change this heathen non-believer into someone who would connect with the world in a ‘proper’way and not with his usual shrug of the shoulders.
But Don’t Care was a blooming hard bastard set in his ways. For years he resisted until the moment his body cracked and Don’t Care began to care.
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On the seventh day God was enjoying a well earned rest having created the world and everything in it. He spent most of the morning in bed, occasionally farting, occasionally scratching his bits.
Then, eventually, He rose from bed and began to prepare the first roast dinner the world had ever seen. And He set up a table in the Garden of Eden so he could share this treat with Adam and Eve.
And they ate and drank wine (perhaps a little too much) and over coffee and a tipple silly conversations ensued until God made his first mistake and, egged on by Adam and Eve, created Don’t Care as a paradox.
So Don’t Care was taken by the hair to the torture rooms and burned and stretched and cut and crushed as those who knew him put forward arguments to change this heathen non-believer into someone who would connect with the world in a ‘proper’way and not with his usual shrug of the shoulders.
But Don’t Care was a blooming hard bastard set in his ways. For years he resisted until the moment his body cracked and Don’t Care began to care.
**
On the seventh day God was enjoying a well earned rest having created the world and everything in it. He spent most of the morning in bed, occasionally farting, occasionally scratching his bits.
Then, eventually, He rose from bed and began to prepare the first roast dinner the world had ever seen. And He set up a table in the Garden of Eden so he could share this treat with Adam and Eve.
And they ate and drank wine (perhaps a little too much) and over coffee and a tipple silly conversations ensued until God made his first mistake and, egged on by Adam and Eve, created Don’t Care as a paradox.
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