I love carrots prepared either raw (as crunchy snacks) or cooked (as soft food). The taste is sweet. The color is orange. However, I hate carrots dangling in front of my face, though. It’s tough and hard to reach. It makes me angry, too.
Everyday, I have been whacking the fat bastard over the head with my imaginary broomstick. He is supposed to call me this month. So far there is nothing but silence. He’s been doing that tactic to everyone else, by the way – dangling the carrot in front of their faces. I guess people like me do NOT get it by now.
Now, I use my imaginary carrot stick to whack him over the head – everyday. Other devices are too mean to mention here. He knows it. He feels it. It’s a sad fate for him to sell out his soul that way. Perhaps, that will be his repayment instead. It’s a karmic cycle of debt, really. One person pays and repays over and over again.
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