Thoughts of a dying humourist

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Thoughts of a dying humourist

Thursday, August 25, 2005

EEEEEUUUUWWWW. Yesterday I stepped on something, and it made a kind of juicy, crackling sound...like only a snail can. The irony of this all being that as I freaked out and jumped away from the mess I landed on another snail. Someone should call SnailBusters.
Why do snails exist? (its one of those uncomfortable questions like "Mommy? Why do you and daddy jump on the bed after bedtime?)

I mean, what if it turns out that snails are part of a conspiracy theory implemented by yellow aliens (stepping away from the stereotypical green, there) to drive humans insane with disgust? Would like to hear fellow bloggers' opinions on this touchy subject...

Anni
19:07
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