The tiny Buddhas are wailing in full force tonight. I can hear them in the jungle, calling for Ganesha their master. But Ganesha is busy. He’s making goo-goo eyes at a pretty, young dibbler in the McDonalds next door. He’s ordering two McBuddhas® and some ghee in milk. I think he’s hoping to score.
Meanwhile, I’m laying here with a pillow over my head, trying to sleep. The tiny Buddhas are fucking deafening. The pairing of incessant wailing with that rusty sound from my neighbors’ bedroom window has become a serious contender for ‘Best Worst Lullaby’ at this year’s Grammys.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
Good luck with those little bastards
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Yes, they’re tricky ones, that’s for sure! 😛
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I like it.
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Aw, thank you! 😊
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I am sorry about the noises in your mind,. I love this piece of writing very much!
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Thank you, Cassa! 😊
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I’m very curious as to what’s in a McBuddha(R). Perhaps something made of chick peas? 🙂
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Bingo! 😊
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love can happen anywhere, even at the McBuddhas. ” incessant wailing and rusty sound” brilliant. so funny. Thank you.
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I’m so glad you found this funny, Summerhill! 😊
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LOL!!!! You guys and your timing. It’s a great way of passing the wailing.
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Thank you, Lia! 😊
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Yea, I can hear the neighbour’s lustful cacophony 🙂
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Hee hee hee. 😂
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🙂
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