Pidiendo Justicia

Pues en uno de los correos que recibí de la Sociedad de Montañismo me llegó uno de singular comicidad. No puedo traducirlo porque perdería su encanto, así que lo copio tal cual del correo. Lo escribió una chica llamada Laura de Neumann:

Some fsker stole my bicycle! I hope you will all join me at 12pm tomorrow in a one minute silence to mourn the passing of that rusty old piece of joy. I am going to miss it. May the dirty thief who pinched it encounter two speeding lorries at a crossroads while simultaneously loosing the seat off the bike and landing on the pole with great velocity. May the ambulance take 45 minutes to arrive while s/he lays oozing into a muddy puddle.

Meanwhile, may a twister similar to last Sunday's pick up my bike, twirl it round Brighton and drop it onto him/her from a height of 1.2 miles. At that point may the hungry dogs belonging to the junkie outside the Stop-To-Shop on London road wander over, decide on a snack and then relieve themselves on his gaping face.

Then, and only then, will justice be served.

GODDAMMIT YOU BEASTLY F*CK!

(If anyone wants to donate me a bicycle or bicycle parts I'd be so very grateful :-D)

laura.