In the post you see below about Gracedale, I am highly critical of Gracedale's so-called administration. But as I pecked away on my keyboard, s strange thing happened. My hands began to burn like they were on fire. It's almost as though Council member Kelly Keegan pulled out a voodoo doll of me and started burning my effigy's hands. Was God punishing me for being so mean? Was Satan giving me a sample of things to come? I actually had to walk away for a few minutes until the fire went out.
After some research, I think it was neither the Almighty nor Beelzebub. It was cycling. I sometimes grip my handlebars too tightly, and the burning sensation was my circulation returning to normal.
8 comments:
Your hands were burning with the truth.
Honestly coulda been any of us. I mean at the last convention, we sold hundreds of Bernie voodoo dolls
it was Kelly, she cast a spell on you
It might also be that other thing you do.
Bernie, I'm touched that you think about me so often. It's both enduring and oddly flattering. I had no idea I occupied so much space in your thoughts, but thanks for letting everyone know.
I always say, "there is only one thing worse than people talk smack against you, and that is nobody talking about you at all."
*endearing
I should've used AI! 😂😂😂😂
Kelly, You can be sure that lots of people have been talking about you. I am happy to hear that you are flattered and endearing. I'd write about you more often, but my head usually explodes when I try.
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