The Best Part of Waking Up Is A Six-Legged Creature in My Cup
In further proof that Mother Nature hates me, a bug just crawled on my ceiling, perfectly positioned itself over my coffee cup, and suicide plunged his way into my cup of joe. I guess that's retribution for me flushing three of his family members down the toilet this week...
4 Comments:
It was an act of desperation, you have to understand things from the bug's point of view. What are the root causes of his coffee dive?
Too bad it didn't happen in a restaurant. You could probably have gotten your tab picked up, if not a little walking around money too (or more, if you're related to a lawyer).
In fairness to tbe bug, if my immediate relatives were all flushed down the crapper, I'd probably lose my will to live too.
I did buy the coffee at a local deli. I wonder if that counts...
Screw the bug's relatives. They should know by now after millions of years of evolution that humans just don't want them around. Frankly, I think they should all die... including sloths*. Obviously I'm not a Buddhist.
*Sloths are not bugs but should be treated as such.
I have a strange affinity for sloths, especially ones standing in front of improv comedy halls in Southern Florida.
Post a Comment
<< Home