Im mice just dont seem to cut it
No its not a typo. Todays post is really about the true power of mice. I know all you Douglas Adam fanatics are going i told you so right about now.. but i needed my own proof and trust me today it was really an epiphany.
Mice truly have the one power that we men seem to lack in the world today. The one power to completely obliterate the will of the female kind, to completely destroy their peace of mind and to top it all off get away with it. Today the actions of one tiny mouse caught in a plastic bag (a consequence of its efforts to nibble on bread) was able to completely bring the world of the modern woman to a grinding halt.
It was a clear and hot night in mars and far across the ten paces from my couch a continual 26 mega episode marathon of Sex and the city was well underway and to be honest reaching its crescendo. (Oh my god for the love of everything that is alive its season six man and the final episode at that and you ask us why we watch it .. i tell you , you men have no heart). Granted its a heart we are lacking but trust me its a brain we want to really keep (peace of mind included) and for some of us its the brain we usually think with that we are truly trying to preserve.
As the big moment approaches, a faint hint of hunger daunts upon the timely smurf women who then with a sudden gesture of appreciation to the biological phenomenon of hunger, press the pause button on the remote and step to the kitchen to have their timely food bread and well bread (I think its lo cal or something). Then out of the blue our matyr of matyrs our hero of the hour, our manic in the ward of sanity pops out of the yellow plastic bag to basically take a peak into what would disturb him in his pursuit for bread.
It was almost as though the one ring had presented itself to the dark lord himself ... all hell had broken loose. Putting to shame the fastest reaction time of any human/martian (the previous one being held by a martian who was caught doing the nasty with himself in front of his lcd by his mate and reacted in a knee jerking pant putting on reaction like none other before it) the smurf was at her fullest. It was amazing for i dont think Omega or any other watch manufacturer had ever imagined that such a minute moment should actually be captured in time.
After the storm came the blizzard really.. for there was a woman who was completely and utterly broken into nothing. No sex and the city and no all men are bastards anyway, it was amazing all that centered around the carapace that was the smurf was the feeling that she had been touched by GOOOOOOOOOOOOD (atleast to me). The fountain of her youth broke its banks and to say more it was almost as though she had successfully detoxed herself through that immaculate act of purging and all this "ocularly".
What impressed me the most was the fact that after about half an hour and some more sex and the city there was no God there was no fault and more so all mice were not bastards. This takes more than a slight of hand really and remarkably the whole burden of bastardom was once again pushed back to the man kind who were now ostracised and bastardized for trying to follow up a tense moment (for women) and an increasingly hilarious moment (for men) by nuggets of self initiated humorous propaganda. Not only had Mickey (i prefer it to Stuart) gotten away with it he had done so with a clean slate and our (we men) handwritings on it. NOW that is true class ladies and gentlemen true class.
So here are a few pointers to keep note of in the future
a) acquire the power to transmorgify self into mouse.
b)After which obtain the ability to hide in plastic packet for unsuspecting female kind of genus homo sapien
c)Peak out and say hello or Bon jour or whatever you wish at the opportune moment.
d)Vanish into the oblivion and transmorgify back to self
e)Come back and watch the drama unfold and at smirk every time they goo aaaaaahh, ewwww , or bawlllllllllllllll.
f) Wait for it all to settle before it goes back to men being bastards.
g)Repeat steps a) through f)
h) lead a most satisfied life
Here are a few pointers for the next season for sex and the city if there are any
1)Get the entire cast of sex and the city and gilmore girls into the show
2)tell them to go about their daily script
3) Unleash a horde of mice controlled by the piper himself (plant would most oblige)
4)record , dont edit and sell it to the millions out there who really love reality tv and those who dont but buy it anyway cause everyone else is watching it
So as i sign off for the day i tell myself its been a good day a really good day indeed and the best part is for once sex and the city was actually entertaining ..... and now its all over .... muahhahaha when it showers gifts it pours and man am i getting wet tonight
Sar "aaaaaaaahhhhhhh" Jessic "aaaaaahhhhhhhh" P "aaaaaaaahhhhh"ker on her day out in the sewers
No its not a typo. Todays post is really about the true power of mice. I know all you Douglas Adam fanatics are going i told you so right about now.. but i needed my own proof and trust me today it was really an epiphany.
Mice truly have the one power that we men seem to lack in the world today. The one power to completely obliterate the will of the female kind, to completely destroy their peace of mind and to top it all off get away with it. Today the actions of one tiny mouse caught in a plastic bag (a consequence of its efforts to nibble on bread) was able to completely bring the world of the modern woman to a grinding halt.
It was a clear and hot night in mars and far across the ten paces from my couch a continual 26 mega episode marathon of Sex and the city was well underway and to be honest reaching its crescendo. (Oh my god for the love of everything that is alive its season six man and the final episode at that and you ask us why we watch it .. i tell you , you men have no heart). Granted its a heart we are lacking but trust me its a brain we want to really keep (peace of mind included) and for some of us its the brain we usually think with that we are truly trying to preserve.
As the big moment approaches, a faint hint of hunger daunts upon the timely smurf women who then with a sudden gesture of appreciation to the biological phenomenon of hunger, press the pause button on the remote and step to the kitchen to have their timely food bread and well bread (I think its lo cal or something). Then out of the blue our matyr of matyrs our hero of the hour, our manic in the ward of sanity pops out of the yellow plastic bag to basically take a peak into what would disturb him in his pursuit for bread.
It was almost as though the one ring had presented itself to the dark lord himself ... all hell had broken loose. Putting to shame the fastest reaction time of any human/martian (the previous one being held by a martian who was caught doing the nasty with himself in front of his lcd by his mate and reacted in a knee jerking pant putting on reaction like none other before it) the smurf was at her fullest. It was amazing for i dont think Omega or any other watch manufacturer had ever imagined that such a minute moment should actually be captured in time.
After the storm came the blizzard really.. for there was a woman who was completely and utterly broken into nothing. No sex and the city and no all men are bastards anyway, it was amazing all that centered around the carapace that was the smurf was the feeling that she had been touched by GOOOOOOOOOOOOD (atleast to me). The fountain of her youth broke its banks and to say more it was almost as though she had successfully detoxed herself through that immaculate act of purging and all this "ocularly".
What impressed me the most was the fact that after about half an hour and some more sex and the city there was no God there was no fault and more so all mice were not bastards. This takes more than a slight of hand really and remarkably the whole burden of bastardom was once again pushed back to the man kind who were now ostracised and bastardized for trying to follow up a tense moment (for women) and an increasingly hilarious moment (for men) by nuggets of self initiated humorous propaganda. Not only had Mickey (i prefer it to Stuart) gotten away with it he had done so with a clean slate and our (we men) handwritings on it. NOW that is true class ladies and gentlemen true class.
So here are a few pointers to keep note of in the future
a) acquire the power to transmorgify self into mouse.
b)After which obtain the ability to hide in plastic packet for unsuspecting female kind of genus homo sapien
c)Peak out and say hello or Bon jour or whatever you wish at the opportune moment.
d)Vanish into the oblivion and transmorgify back to self
e)Come back and watch the drama unfold and at smirk every time they goo aaaaaahh, ewwww , or bawlllllllllllllll.
f) Wait for it all to settle before it goes back to men being bastards.
g)Repeat steps a) through f)
h) lead a most satisfied life
Here are a few pointers for the next season for sex and the city if there are any
1)Get the entire cast of sex and the city and gilmore girls into the show
2)tell them to go about their daily script
3) Unleash a horde of mice controlled by the piper himself (plant would most oblige)
4)record , dont edit and sell it to the millions out there who really love reality tv and those who dont but buy it anyway cause everyone else is watching it
So as i sign off for the day i tell myself its been a good day a really good day indeed and the best part is for once sex and the city was actually entertaining ..... and now its all over .... muahhahaha when it showers gifts it pours and man am i getting wet tonight
Sar "aaaaaaaahhhhhhh" Jessic "aaaaaahhhhhhhh" P "aaaaaaaahhhhh"ker on her day out in the sewers
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ratty males.. superb. have you watched breakfast at tiffany's? you'd be super rat.
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