Giving up my humanity to join the cockroaches ...
The cockroaches required a god. They came to me one night and asked that I help chose one for them. So I surfed the net till i found a picture of a donkey. I showed them the picture.
I told them that donkeys are knowns for their stubborness. they only go where they want to, when they want to, no matter how hard you kick or beat or coherse them with snacks.
they held a little cockroach sync-up to vote on it.
the donkey won out in the end, but it was a close race. some of the more affluent and powerful thought that they would very much like George W. Bush as their god. They said they would call him Pharoah. and with his guidance we could make the poor into slaves and make the slaves rebuild the World Trade Center. We could rebuild it out of stone and add an additional penthouse floor, to apease the lesser god known as Donald Trump. Of course many of the slaves would be hurt, maimed and even killed as they slogged the heavy granite slabs up little aluminum painters ladders. But this would be a small sacrifice.
Onlookers would surly proclaim "how glorious a monument our Pharoah has bestown upon us, even if it killed, maimed, or hurt all the poor slaves. Certainly, it must last forever!"
I told them that this was all a very bad idea. the donkey would be good enough.
I told them that donkeys are knowns for their stubborness. they only go where they want to, when they want to, no matter how hard you kick or beat or coherse them with snacks.
they held a little cockroach sync-up to vote on it.
the donkey won out in the end, but it was a close race. some of the more affluent and powerful thought that they would very much like George W. Bush as their god. They said they would call him Pharoah. and with his guidance we could make the poor into slaves and make the slaves rebuild the World Trade Center. We could rebuild it out of stone and add an additional penthouse floor, to apease the lesser god known as Donald Trump. Of course many of the slaves would be hurt, maimed and even killed as they slogged the heavy granite slabs up little aluminum painters ladders. But this would be a small sacrifice.
Onlookers would surly proclaim "how glorious a monument our Pharoah has bestown upon us, even if it killed, maimed, or hurt all the poor slaves. Certainly, it must last forever!"
I told them that this was all a very bad idea. the donkey would be good enough.
posted by el burro blanco | 7:08 PM
2 Comments:
what... is this?
a venting of frustrations. that and it has a little story behind it. you see, the house i live in is infested with these insects. cockroaches. about 2 inches long and mean as hell.
i've joined them because they can survive a nuclear holocost and humans can't. i'm kind of like an ambassador.
other than that it's a joke
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