Karma works at an alarming speed sometimes. Here's proof:

On a late Saturday morning surrounded by little swimming students, Nazz was feeling quite pissed off at something (the nature of which doesn't come to mind right now). She decided to pick up a rubber band and shoot it into the clear, innocent pool, after which she hurled some obscenities into the air, and proceeded to settle herself down.

Half an hour later, a very familiar-looking piece of rubber violently bounces off her right eyebrow. The pool spit at her.

Non-karma-believers, you know nothing.

Oh, and did you know that when Nazz gets shocked, she makes this squeaky noise that sounds like a dying squid?

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My husband, chewing on bubble-tea pearls, feeling happy;

*slurps a little, ala Heath Ledger's Joker* "You wanna know how I got my balls?"