The Religion Of Peace
Before you start this, you must know two things. The first is that this article is quite long. Unnaturally so, perhaps. The second is that you not getting my jokes— which are always pristine by the way, is as a result of your failings, not mine. The third is that I don't really care if you're offended by my thoughts. And the fourth is that I'm not quite sure of how to count properly. A few weeks ago, while I was winning my 25th straight league title with Manchester United on the joke I call a computer playing the joke called Pes 2019, I got a sudden premonition. It wasn't the kind of premonitions you get the night before an exam— the sort of premonition that makes you quite certain you're going to bang the course, even though you've literally never had sex. It was an exciting kind. The kind you get when the class retard in your class stands up to say something you suspect is so ridiculously asinine that you would lose several brain cells just listening to it. T...