Monday, September 14, 2009

I eat the grass, I poop. I poop, the grass grows. The grass grows, I eat it. It's a perfect system, rendering you superfluous.

You know how vineyards have those bird cannons that intermittently fire to keep the feathered ones from eating the crops? Well, I think I need one for my living room. It could be set to go off at odd intervals, with a sufficient variety of sounds, that it would randomly startle the rabbits and thereby prevent them from chewing all my stuff. That way, I might actually be able to get some work done without having to throw myself between my furniture, rug, and walls and their sharp little teeth every 5 seconds.


Good grief.

1 comment:

Dave Heywood said...

get them little shock collars...

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