It Was`A Very Good Year
Mood:  crushed out
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Well just got back from the Synagogue where it was business as usual. Goldberg was prattling on about some religious bullshit, and we all just sat there and listened to it like good sheep. There are times I'd love to pull out my 45 Magnum which Clint gave me and blow Goldberg's f**king head off, however the Russian security guys are pretty efficient, and while I might spend a fair amount of my time talking out of it, even I couldn't fit a 45 up my arse.
Still it gives me a chance to catch up with Benny, who now attends regularly again after his mental problems a few months back. My main concern is when the lazy bastard is going to sort out those election leaflets and put them online. He says he'll get round to it soon enough, but it's getting to the part of the year when religious tat becomes a big seller. Now we all know how well Benny did with those T-shirts when the Pope visited Auschwitz, but remember that the Easter collection of wooden crosses didn't go down too well. So Benny isn't really that successful, but he likes to think he is. He suggested we try and get together this week and sort it out. As for my partner The Window Cleaner, he was nowhere to be seen, although I'm hearing a nasty rumour that he was spotted being bundled into the back of a Police Van outside a BT shop. I'll do some checking on that today, might be time to dig out the mysterious ID card with the Star of David on it again.
Anyway tomorrow is Sunday and it's the day of the week I really look forward to, lock up your Bagels because I'm one hungry Jew.

Shalom