Friday, July 01, 2011

Five hates

I hate when I get all the way into the bathtub and *then* realize I forgot my Gilligan hat.

I hate when the butler forgets to water the shrunken heads.

I hate when the fabric of reality rips right in the crotch.

I hate wondering if I’m smart enough, strong enough, or slathered in chocolate sauce enough.

I hate when I mix up my recipes and prophecies. This seven-headed beast pudding just doesn’t taste right.

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