(A Random Post)
Oh dear goodness, no. I have witnessed the appearance of the year’s first junebug in my house, after it crashed itself into a wall not two feet from me. It has begun. And I only hate seagulls more than I hate junebugs. And I hate junebugs only slightly more than I hate the prospect of having to gouge out my own eyes with a plastic foon. (…which most people call “sporks.” But I think “foon” sounds so much more funnier.)
Also, I’m thinking of carrying around a roll of Mentos with me constantly. Then if I ever encounter a problem of any sort, I can whip it out and pretend to have it in hand. Speaking of which, check this. The expressions and just the general acting caliber of that one guy is amazing.