As I attempt for the near 60th time to kill a fly that has infiltrated my office I wonder: Why does the certain death of the common housefly increase the it's survival rate by nearly 150,000%? At this point I would gladly pay someone $100 if they could capture this worthless creature and hold it down while I dance around pausing near to it's ear for moments at a time only to make buzzing noises that have no freakin legitimate purpose in the whole of God's creation.
2 comments:
Hear, Hear!!!!
You articulate your rage so eloquently. Why is it that something so small, so insignificant, so not-even-trying-to-bug-us can DRIVE US OVER THE EDGE?
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