The more I drink, the stronger I get! And I use that to fight crime...when I'm conscious anyways. So evil-doers beware! But don't do evil during Happy Hour. It's just not right.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Thems!

Man, I'm sorry its taken so long to say hello to all my internets friends. But I've been recovering from a weeklong bender, no I mean, a weeklong fight. (kinda sorta the same thing though, isn't it?)

Who was I fighting for a week? I bet you think it was that bastard Mofo. Nope. That wouldn't last long at all. Maybe my buddy The Mayor (not gay)? Nope, I wouldn't fight my bestest buddy. It was ants.

Yep, ants.



Ok, you guys remember my ball pit filled with jellybeans? Aw man, it's so frickin sweet! That's kinda the problem. There's a hole lotta sweetness in a big ol' pit. And those ants love the sweetness, I mean jellybeans. And it started off kinda normal: a few ants trying to get into my bean pit. But I sprayed 'em down. (oh, always remember to throw away any jellybeans that get sprayed too. they aren't good for you when you eat them. ugh!)

But more came. Slightly bigger. I guess the first ones were some kinda scout team. And they went back and told the others about my jellybean goodness. Cause the next ones were a lot biger, maybe some kinda soldier ants or something. But I squished 'em.

Then there were some the size of roaches, I kid you not. Biggest fucking ants I ever sawed. Bongo got in on the action this time as they were big (and fuckin' creepy enough) for him to squish too. I hoped that was the last of them.

Fuck me, no it wasn't. Goddamned things were bigger and bigger and bigger and fuckin bigger until they were like dumptrucks. I don't know where they came from, but I had to start killing these things with a shovel. I ran through almost half a bar trying to kill these things. Lemme tell you, if you come across one of these 9 legged dump trucks, just run. Go get a super hero, better yet, get a buncha them. Cause they worked my ass ove pretty goood. They can wrestle.

Finally they stopped coming but I wanted to track 'em down and make sure they didn't come any more. So I got Bongo to sniff them to where they came from. Go figure it was the sewer. Rather tahn fight those goddamed things again, I just caved in the sewers around them. Oh man, I caught a lot of shit for that too.

This was the first time I snapped at the Mayor too. He started telling me he was disappointed in how I handeled the sitiation, and I cut him off. I was all like "If you wanna go and fight those goddamned monsters, feel free. But I ain't gonna do it again!" Then I stormed out.

Now I ahve to go and get rid of all the jellybeans from the beanpit. I don't want anymore ants coming into my house ever. I mean EVER!

I'm thinking of filling it with something not sweet like Salt & Vinegar potatoe chips. Those are good.

LC

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