Here's one for all the ladies in the house that believe in the benevolence of God.

Imagine it: You're already living in Indonesia -- outside of Africa, this has got to be one of the worst places to live, like, ever. Unless you're into sex with young boys, then it's pretty awesome. So anyway, there you are, totally pissed that you live in a hovel insulated with, like, pig shit or something. It's hotter than fuck, you're sweating your balls off, and there hasn't been a bar of soap in your village since the Reagan administration. You've totally ignored the three rules of real estate by building near a dump, but, honestly, what's the diff in a landscape like this one? You're just starting to feel OK about things because you didn't get washed away in a tsunami like most of the people in this neck of the woods, when you hear a rumble that would be outside your door if you had a door.

What? What's that?

You get up off the dirty floor, look through the hole in the wall past the swarm of horrible insects, and see a wave of refuse flowing downhill toward you.

Analogcabin @ 9:52 AM
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