One of my favorite writers and comedians again tickled my funny bone with his diatribe about building a birdhouse – a birdhouse that’s been in a box for three years.
The birdhouse has been sitting in its birdhouse box for over three years. Waiting. Waiting patiently to be hung from the branches like a horse thief. What has taken me so long? Any task that involves me going outside takes longer for me to accomplish than inside tasks. That’s because nature wants me dead, so I am reluctant to go outside where I could be killed. Yes, nature wants me dead. I know this because of lightning, hurricanes and meteors; if nature didn’t want me dead, objects entering our atmosphere from outer space would include teddy bears and rainbow sprinkles.
Go on over and read the rest of Michael Ian Black’s post. And I think I eat wheat thins the same way.
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