A: That’s bird poop too.
Speaking of excrement that is so cleverly disguised to be completely mistaken for something entirely unlike excrement, we’re now just a few hours away from the end of another year. Yes, we’re starting the 2003′rd year (give or take a few) since that guy was born who thought it would be a pretty good idea if everyone got along for a change, and we later nailed him to a tree. Maybe counting the years since his birth is our way of saying we’re sorry. Then we get drunk to help us cope with the intolerable guilt we all feel.
Then again, maybe not.

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