Feb 20, 2003 21:06
If I were involved in a love/hate relationship, I'd want to cuddle/cudgel the other person. Unless it were with something like a microwave. Then I'd just want to cudgel it, but restrain myself. Unless they started to design microwaves that looked/acted/felt like women! Actually, that would suck because the microwave would get offended when you made it cook your dinner. Not that I make women cook me dinner... but it's a microwave, and I kind of need it to cook stuff. Plus, I don't want to have to dress my microwave when we go out into public together.
Or myself, for that matter.
Someone, someday should paint their dinner in non-toxic paint and eat it. There has to be SOMETHING our bodies can use in paint. If anything at all, the aftermath would be like fireworks! Horrible, foul-smelling fireworks. I'm pretty sure I could find some people to eat non-toxic paint for like... $5 each. I wonder if I can get a government grant for that. I could call it an independant art movement and make it a tax write-off or something. I'd call it fooism. And no one would know if I meant foodism, or foolism.
I'd mean both.
If garbage is a treasure to someone, and they bury it... is that illegal? I'd bury bodies and make treasure maps to them. They'd be sentimental treasure maps! Actually, I think they call that 'evidence'. Oh well, I thought it was a good plan at first... but it wasn't. Maybe I'll just open up a fast food chain, instead.
Convincing Betty Crocker 'egg rollups' are a good idea,
Jacob