And in a somewhat related note;
Picture it. I'm sitting here working at the puter. Out from behind the printer struts a three inch long cockroach.
No I am not kidding. This roach was so big he was wearing clothes. Walked right up to the keypad and looked up at me.
I said, "Dude. Dude! No cockroaches allowed in here, dude. No exceptions."
He says, "Hey, I'm sorry, I must have wandered in here by mistake. You got anything to eat? Scraps? Cheetos © remains? Grease? Anything at all?"
I said, "Well, yeah, but I ain't giving you any food, dude. You'll just bring your friends. By the way, you are the biggest friggin' cockroach I have ever seen in my entire friggin' life, and you just about scared the sh** out of me there. How about you leave peacefully and we'll just forget about this?"
He says, "In your dreams, chump. For every one of you, I have 4 million cousins. Pony up with the grease, or prepare to suffer the consequences."
So I grabbed my flip flop and smacked him hard.
Didn't kill him! Slowed him down considerably, though.
He said, "It's bad Karma to kill insects, pal."
I said, "Yeah, I'm all choked up about it. It also happens to be bad Karma to stand and chat with a flip flop about to wax your insect ass."
He said, "Good point."
And I tossed him outside. |
