After slinging queso, we walked from Mojos to the Metro and back. Along the way I told my Scientology story:
One day walking along the drag, I spotted a familiar scam.
a scam that looks like this:
They call it a "free stress test".
I call it a free excuse to tell you there's something wrong with you so we can invite you in and brainwash you. I guess 'stress test' is shorter.
So they had their lil table set up outside the 'church', or bookstore, or whatever.
As I walked by the venus fly trap, the alien spoke.
"Would like a free stress test" he said.
"VooDoo!" I screamed, waving my hands in the air. then continuing on.
"ok" he replied, As if he got that all the time.
I guess I was pissed that he didn't react.
end of story.
end of stroll.
-krilov out.
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