Doesn't it seem like every time you have something good in your life some jackass comes and rips it away? I don't mean anything big, but the little things.
When you get a good spot on the bus, some old bastard hobbles over and waits for you to get up.
If you stay up late to watch Letterman, it's a rerun.
Or, say you build a Death Star. Some bastard comes along and blows it up. And maybe Darth Vader and the Emperor REALLY liked the Death Star. Like the two of them and their friends would laugh about it and then make plans to use it in all different sorts of ways. It wasn't evil. It was just funny.
Well the son of a bitch Skywalker that I estimate to live in about 1F came along and dropped a bomb on us all. Maybe it's because the winter, maybe because he read this and got embarrassed, but the reason is not important. This is what I came back to Montreal to find.
Yes the wolf blanket is gone. For all the uglyness it brought to that courtyard, it brought much more joy to our hearts and lives. I hope that Skywalker over there is using it at night and it is too warm and he gets really sweaty and can't find a comfortable temperature. That's the only justice I can think of.
3 comments:
Bebo I'm obsessed with your blogs! I won't lie. I've never been more entertained by something I read on the internet before.
As long as fat men everywhere continue to grow beards in all shitty shapes and sizes the Wolf Blanket lives. Viva la Wolf Blanket.
Maybe he doesn't get out much and needed it in place of....oh....let's say....a Lynard Skynard T-shirt. Just a thought.
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