Episode 1: His guts, my glory…
Written at 3:45 AM on
13 September 2oo7
Or should I say, "Our glory," since, in a moment of complete desperation, I begged God to help me kill that soul-less, self-actualized mosquito who managed to escape Aphid Hell – reserved for those insects who purposely and painfully haunt humans for no other reason but personal entertainment. Those [ insert adjective here ] mosquitoes eat me alive.
Or should I say, "Our glory," since, in a moment of complete desperation, I begged God to help me kill that soul-less, self-actualized mosquito who managed to escape Aphid Hell – reserved for those insects who purposely and painfully haunt humans for no other reason but personal entertainment. Those [ insert adjective here ] mosquitoes eat me alive.
TONIGHT'S MIDNIGHT SPECIAL:
JANEAN
Don't rush, there's plenty of her to go around.
So far, I've sent two back to Aphid Hell, but it seems like both families came to their funerals and decided to have me for their post-mourning-meal...
Okay, Okay, "YOUR Glory," not mine.....
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