I'm not a big fan of conspiracies. I really think that other people, species, and government agencies have better things to do with their time. Though, having government employees working on conspiracies instead of, say, driver's licenses would explain the massive lines I have to wait in sometimes.
So I go through life assuming such conspiracies don't exist. Until...I see my second peeing weenie in one week. In three days, even. This one was mildly sheltered in one direction behind a public phone, in the middle of the outdoor bus station. The guy looked like a normal person, not drunk, pretty clean, wearing shorts on a hot day, weenie sticking out watering a cement wall, blond, t-shirt, etc.
There is also the theory that everything happens for a reason. Whenever I say that, it's sarcastic. The entire cosmos was set in motion for the sole purpose of irony. I don't know what I should be "learning" from various strange peeing weenies, but I will honestly lie and say I've learned it. Though perhaps these things happen in sets of three and I will have to wait until Friday to figure out the lesson. Gah!
An Erinku:
pillowcase, blue
folded,
not ironed.
I am not my grandma.
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