What a Piss off.

 John Piss was up early, especially considering that it was Sunday.

Sunday, the one day he could possibly still be found in bed at around 8am.

John certainly wasn't thinking of attending church. No, he was happy to add another Mortal Sin to his collection. John was the sort of guy who loved to do the crossword, and other puzzles, in the Sunday paper. These days he could get through them in less than half an hour. While his practice had certainly made him quick at puzzles, there was a downside. Time to kill. Nothing else to do.

He'd come across a set of blogs that didn't seem to pull a large readership but gave him some 'interesting' reading. There was one guy who wrote a lot about obscure Catholic saints, among other things. His favourite blog, which was very well written, served up a huge variety of interesting things from violin playing to the sad state of other blogs. He'd often say to himself, "John Piss, 'the bag' is for you!"

There was another blog that confusingly seemed like a set of blogs. It seemed to be run by a group of old men known as The Curmudgeon Ink and it featured a lot of typos. Most of the posts were boring but John did enjoy the Sunday quizzes that appeared regularly for a while.

THEN THEY STOPPED!

Just like an outside chair that was blown over in a storm, near unmoved pot plants.

To say the least, Mr. Piss was disappointed. Pissed off, actually.

He could understand why this blog had such a small readership.

Ah well, he supposed that he could easily read 'the bag' a couple more times, and that's what he did. 

He never gave another thought to The Curmudgeon Ink.