Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Farts in the wind

I can just imagine you sitting in front of your lighted mirror, preening and preening, most sure of your self, your intelligence, your self-importance, and awareness. The people around you serving your every need and reinforcing your bulging ego, bringing you your Chai latte made with soy milk as you nibble on nutritious bars of organic, free-range, cracked hominy and millet. Yes sir, you have certainly arrived. People look to you for answers, they delve into your astounding intelligence seeking the truth of the world around them. Too bad you are a fucking fraud, just like the legions of your contemporaries who have cast their unbiased journalistic integrity into the bitter wind.

Dogs are pretty smart and self-aware too, however this does not stop them from licking their own balls and asshole.

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