I fished a toad out of the pool again this morning -- a different toad, a little one who was desperate to get out of the pool.
No wonder -- it was downright cold this morning. I didn't snap a picture of the toad; it's just one more toad fixated on the materialism of being able to say that he swims in a large in-ground pool on his property and that he has more slugs than he can eat in fifty years. Damn capitalist toads. Next thing you know they'll be wearing plaid pants and boasting about joining the local Rotary Club.
Mind you, I have no problem with the Rotary Club, it's the boasting that gripes my ass.
And the plaid pants.
No comments:
Post a Comment