Where Angels Fear
1 min readDec 6, 2018

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whatever’s”?

Dear God, woman … if you must talk like a millennial, at least do it properly: “whatev’s”,

Or, to get it completely right by being utterly illiterate and missing out the contraction, “whatevs”.

But fine, you just continue obtusely missing the obvious reference to the OP as a thirty-something rather than myself … and the deliberate confusion of “my boy” with your daughter … whilst footling around with the kind of talk I wouldn’t even embarrass myself condescending to a six-month-old baby with, see if I care.

Also … do you really believe it’ll take 32 minutes to read?

I write stuff that takes at most two minutes to read and Medium, in it’s wisdom, declares it to be anything from a seven to twelve minute read!

I don’t know how long it took me to read in its entirety but it wasn’t more then ten to twelve minutes at the outside.

Come OoOooon … sort it out, blad — get with the programme, innit!

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Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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