'Cut this shit out.'

What shit, I asked Max.

'Flush the tramadols.'

But my tooth hurts.

'I know but flush the tramadols.'

So we weren't in Dr. John's clinic, inhaling laughing gas?

'Fuck no,' said Max, 'if you haven't realized, we are in Kashmir, and that group of bearded men who are cutting the neck of a cow on the Indian flag want to turn our western world into the primitive age.'

I opened my eyes.

Blood was gushing from the throat of the cow onto a flag of India.

The bearded men were yelling, 'Allah Akbar.'

'They want war with India,' said Max, ' and we are here to smooth things out.'

I knew that Imran Khan was a bit of a playboy.

'And he loves big titted white girls,' said Max.

Now I know why we were here.

We ran the tightest ship at Big Tit Inc.

And no one would ever guess that we were a dark ops company funded by the CIA.

'The best cover ever,' said Max, who suggested we to go into a tea house for a curry and a pulled tea. 

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