Weapons of Mass Destruction
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: The Birdie Song
I don't know why I bother heading off down the synagogue every Saturday. It's not as if I'm religious or anything, and I find all that chanting and praying stuff really tedious. I believe my mind would be better off breaking the code in that judge's ruling which captured everyone's imagination for about two hours the other day. Code breaking of course comes easy to my highly tuned Mossad trained mind, and it is a little know fact that my great uncle Abraham was actually the guy who stumbled across how to break the Third Reich's enigma code while punching the holes in some bagels. He didn't tell anyone of course, that's why there's no mention of him in the history books.
Actually the real reason most of us Jews head down the Synagogue is to keep up our contacts and do a few deals. I'm finding councillor Libeman more interesting by the day. Talking to him over the salt beef bagels yesterday he told me that he could do me a deal on some parachuting gear which I need for my trip to Iran next month. He didn't go into too many details, but it was too good an offer to refuse and he's promised to drop the stuff off after the election count later this week.
Benny's looking forward to getting some work done after the problems of the last few weeks, and some time this week we're going to crack open the last tin of Stella and get creative. This means not only will there finally be some movement on the website, but it means we'll need to do another booze cruise run in the near future. I'm in no rush to tell the truth as I'm hoping to come back with loads of duty free stuff from Iran. I don't know what sort of fags they smoke there, but it must be pretty potent stuff judging by some of the things that are said over there.
I'm looking forward to going to work this week. I'm down for duty in Casualty, and that's always great fun and I get a chance to hone my surgical skills. It's so busy down there that nobody really knows what's going on so I can slip on the white coat and show those other quacks down there a thing or two. It's another little known fact that the first Heart Transplant was not carried out by that South African geezer, but was performed by me and a sergeant in the 3rd Kosher division during the six day war on the battlefields of Egypt. Ok, we didn't really know what we were doing, and the bloke died, probably why there was no publicity...actually thinking about it, all I did was stick a band aid on his finger but that's close enough to surgery for me.
So if you end up down my neck of the woods this week rest assured you'll be in great hands...as long as I'm not around.
Shalom