Dear Aunty Stanky,
I have a friend who is starting a cult. He wants me to emblazon thirty black robes with symbols of a death unicorn and wash them in virgin blood.
Should I charge him for my labour?
Dear Edwar – oops, Netty –
Thirty? That’s a lot of crazy (if you get my meaning). I’d give him a counter-offer of maybe ten greyish undershirts with vaguely pointy-looking sweat stains all covered in watered-down catsup. Let’s face it, he won’t really notice the difference.
Always you counter-Cult(ured),