My disbelief in so many things is so broad and so long that it can be seen from space!
I don’t believe in fairy tales, superstitions or old wive’s tales, because if you do your nose will grow, you’ll have bad luck and you’ll get warts on the palms of your hand!
I don’t believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy or the Boogyman (unless we’re talking KC). Yet, I still get gifts, candy, money under my pillow and scary things under my bed!
What I believe and what I don’t believe seems to have little bearing on what is and what isn’t.
Oh and those scary things under my bed? They are called dust bunnies, they are second cousin to the Easter Bunny. They are pissed because they have no special day of the year just for them so they wreak vengeance by forming a barrier around all the stuff that finds it’s way under your bed and keeping you from getting to it without them attacking you and getting in your hair!
And what is “talking KC”? If you don’t know who/what KC is a reference to then you don’t deserve to know!
But seriously, who reads this crap anway? I mean this crap that I write… I don’t believe anyone does!