I cherish the small things in life.


Yesterday, a man with the worlds most grotesqe lawnmower on earth happened to be mowing (or mutilating) his lawn as i passed his humble abode. This lawnmower looked as though it had been hewn from stone, and then melded with various mechanical and electronic parts through some satanistic ritual which must have required nothing less than human sacrifice and lots of WD40.

It was a beast.

His son, or who i assume to be his son (who is aparently in training to become a familiar, as he was playing with various disembowled and limbless GI Joe figures), was a distance away enjoying himself quietly. Perhaps losing interest in his macabre action figures, he tossed one away towards the general path of the lawnmower from hell.

Which promptly ran over it.

I don't think i have ever laughed so hard in my life, barring the time a few days ago when i soaked Carra Hoffmann and almost experianced a fate not very unlike GI Joe's.

ah

the simple things.