So, Mr. Moth and I aren't exactly friends. He scares the living daylights out of me everytime I exit my house. He just sits there (or stands? what exactly IS he doing?), never moving, never uttering a simple, "Hello." He is pretty, though. Rude, antisocial, but pretty. Don't you think?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My Friend, the Moth
So, Mr. Moth and I aren't exactly friends. He scares the living daylights out of me everytime I exit my house. He just sits there (or stands? what exactly IS he doing?), never moving, never uttering a simple, "Hello." He is pretty, though. Rude, antisocial, but pretty. Don't you think?
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No, he's not pretty. And if he flew at me, I'd pee my pants and run screaming into the street as fast as my wet legs would carry me. Squish him.
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