Dear Icklebuggers,

God spoke to me this morning and told me to go up town right this instant to finish off the Xmas shopping. I was all like, “Hey God, shut up. I’m drinking some mocha right now!”, but he was all like, “STFU Bex, I’m God so I have loads of superpowers n’ shit. Do as you’re told!”. So I’m like, “OK”.

So I go now. Stupid God

Bex

(no, I don’t know either)