An interesting occurence this afternoon in my local supermarket. Having gathered together ample supplies of essential bread, crisps, and chocolate biscuits, the sum total came to a somewhat devilish figure...
I suspect that all my talk about living to 120 may have been interpreted as a binding verbal commitment to the dark lord, and his interference in my purchases is an indication of his acceptance of my eternal soul. Oh well. I'm sure hell isn't nearly as bad as they say.
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