The world might come to an end

Thought about the two most dangerous animals. In my world horses and squirrels. Now what would happen if some evil person were to clone them into just one animal. What would it end up looking like? I gave it some thought and this is my bet on what such an über killer would look like

Bad times for the Reds

Finally someone saw the light! Now had this been Columbia 1994, then Rafa Escobar might have been a bit more nervous. But then to be fair, I don't want him dead. Not at all, there are after all a fate worse than that. I just want him to go home or start managing Man Utd. Liverpool is number 8! And have both Manchester teams ahead. Even Helen Keller could see that Benitez should be quickly forgotten history. Yes, I know that Gerrard and Torres is both benched with injuries, but for God's sake he has at least some 20 men to chose from. How come his team fall completely apart when just two players get injured? What the hell will the man do when they retire? And don't even get me started on the mass conspiracy theory about the referees having some secret club with Ferguson. Come on! What is next? Arsène Wenger is gay with the referees and Ferguson? That is why Arsenal has a solid 4th place. Perhaps Tottenham is all aliens or they have gotten some really good drugs from Nessie. Who knows? Apparently everything is possible in the mind of Benitez.
May his arse itch and his arms be too short.

God can you hear me?

I really like how we are suposed to find God. Now what if he does not want to be found? What if God hasn't even found God? Then we might be royally screwed. Nietzsche may even be wrong. God is not dead. He's alive and well (or at least Jesus is alive according to some church and has been for years. Sorry children, Easter is cancelled). Anyway back to God. He is probably living the sweet life somewhere in the univers whilst trying to find himself.
So just look at it. If God doesn't even know who God is, then it's a bit of a Schrödinger's cat. Everyone could be God, even the penguins or the white mice who awaits the number of 42.
So the next time you go twirling in the alps of Switzerland singing "Papa can you hear me?" just imagine how it might be a penguin that replies :
"Yes, I hear you loud and clearly. Now Go away and leave me the hell alone!"