Ant
"Hey look at me! I’m an ant. I run around aimlessly in search
of something big that I can carry for no apparent reason. Whoops! What the
hell is that? Oh a rock. Whoa, be careful! Watch where your going. No way
buddy you were in my way…Ah yeah, well, I screwed your queen last night."
(a fight ensues) Our friend Cujo the ant seems virtually unscathed.
Unfortunately his rival, Cheeks the ant, has but one leg left and a strange,
mucus like substance coming forth from his abdomen. Walking peacefully along
the stream. Cujo notices a bee who has somehow found himself in quite a
predicament. That stupid bee fell in the water, and got his wings wet.
"Ha, ha , die you stinging bastard!" After sitting for a while, and watching
the bee die, he continues his quest for nothingness. Cause he’s an ant, and
never has an agenda. But I digress, it is now that if I loose your attention
I will not be able to complete my story. If your still with me, or in case
you joined in at the middle of this story we are following the life of a bee
hating ant. This ant is a scout for professional anti-ism.* "Yes I’ve done
it. A crumb from a large sour dough pretzel. Then times bigger that me! Now
I can walk around with my head up high, and tell all my friends that I alone
bec----" We interrupt this story because I just killed the ant that I was
studying. Well now that I think about it this whole story is bubcuss.
Because, ants really don’t think, they can’t talk, and I don’t think that they
hold as big of a grudge against bees as much as I do. Ah but what can you say?
A lot!
Foot note* Anti-ism—Its the word ant with an i-ism on the end
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