Level: Chef
Your basket:
Main Ingredients:
brother-in-law
guitar player
chia seeds
basil
camisole
Spice Pack:
1/2 smidge of distraction
1/4 dash of bliss
My brother in law is a dick. But don’t let his tree-hugging, guitar-playing hippie activist act fool you. Yes, he only eats organic food, grown in the pure waters of the Himalayas. Yes, he boycotts all farming companies that use pesticides. Yes, his diet is mostly gluten free chia seeds. You might think he is quite the nice hippie activist, Earth aware and trying to make a difference, and that is exactly what he wants you to believe.
You see, I was oblivious of his true persona until he came over for dinner last week. There was something off with him. He was acting too absentmindedly, like his head was somewhere else. At some point he even spilled a glass of wine on my wife’s camisole without even noticing. We didn’t give it much thought; we assumed he was just tired from his month long trip to Africa, providing services and aid to poor villagers. So eventually dinner was over, he left, and I went to the desktop to finish a report. And lo and behold. Mr. Gluten-free chia seeds left his Facebook profile open. Naturally, I stalked the shit out of him and trespassed as much of privacy as Facebook would allow me. And so I realized he is not a hippie activist. He didn’t even go to Africa. He doesn’t even eats gluten free chia seeds as he claims. He’s just a scammer trying to recruit people into a Satanic, basil-worshipping cult.
And now I know who he truly is, and he doesn’t even know it.
Comments
Instead of the chia seeds, he was using some sort of prescription medication. Replace guitar-playing hippie activist with square-jawed pilot con artist. Instead of a satanic basil-worshipping cult, it was more of a narcissistic thing.
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