The Irony Striketh With Furious Vengeance
So I'm in the preferred reading room of my home, but I'm not reading. I'm sitting there, taking care of business, and I see a black widow building a web right there in front of my heater, which hasn't gotten used in months.
I finish what I came there to do, flush, then grab the first book to come to hand, and smash that bugger like a penny in an LA Zoo machine, with a satisfying and very final THUD.
Then I look at the book: THUD, by Mr. Godonearth Pratchett.
Irony.
I finish what I came there to do, flush, then grab the first book to come to hand, and smash that bugger like a penny in an LA Zoo machine, with a satisfying and very final THUD.
Then I look at the book: THUD, by Mr. Godonearth Pratchett.
Irony.