You Probably Don’t Want to Come for Dinner, Do You?
Posted by Moose on July 27th, 2006. Filed under: My Brain Needs a Drink.There’s a dead fly on my bathroom mat. I’ve named it Stan. I don’t normally name dead insects in my house but I’ve taken a liking to this one. He’s been lying there, spindly legs sticking straight up, for about two weeks now. I’m somewhat obsessive compulsive, but not the good obsessive compulsive. The kind of obsessive compulsive who can lick peanut butter off the floor and only get peanut butter. You really don’t want to be licking peanut butter off my floor. The dog does, but she’s a dog and applies her tongue to her sphincter on a regular basis.
I’ve thought about picking up the dead bug but I’m tempted to wait and see how long it takes before Stan begins to shrivel up. Will steam from the shower keep Stan’s corpse nice and fresh or will he eventually begin to decompose? These are the questions that keep me from giving Stan a proper burial in the toilet bowl.
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July 27th, 2006 at 7:42 pm
cough cough
he will look the same for a long long time
the EXO skeleton will support his body while his tiny organs and body fluids will become dust,
i bet he will be there for a long time, you need to make him a little house!
July 28th, 2006 at 5:59 pm
or maybe Meeka will lick Stan off the floor.
…think that’ll give her a little buzz?
bwa-ha-ha-ha
(can’t believe i wrote that to a woman with PMS…please don’t cuke me…)