Friday, April 9, 2010
Somthing not very nice.
Optimists, my mortal enemy on this planet, Superman has Lex Luthor, I have people who have sunshine coming out of their ass. i want to design a gun, or crossbow, or even a trebuchet that flings rabid pissed off badgers in the direction of optimists. Or gather a whole mass of optimists for a...fuck i don't know whatever they like...a rainbow and kitten convention, and when they have all gathered, seal the doors and release a swarm of Great white shark/Velociraptor hybrids unto them. Ah, jsut the thought of all of them screaming and me coming over the PA system and making the last words they hear "Hey, look on the brightside....you dont have to go to work tommorow!" A boy can dream i suppose.
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All the optimists snicker in their graves because the pessimists and cynics are still upset. ha.
ReplyDeleteElegy for the Optimists
Pessimists, we didn't bring them to the convention because they b*tch on the way, during and after the kittens and rainbows convention. We didn't let them take away our happiness, WE WERE DAMNED IF WE WERE GONNA LET A SHARK TAKE IT AWAY!
R.I.H.
Thank God, for realists. They would never go to a kittens and rainbow convention. Only a cat convention, that way when the sharks attack, they could release the hungry wild cats. Safety plans, that way one can afford hope.