So there I was, minding my own business, crying inside at the state of the world what with the war and all and the climate change and more and more expensive everything and hoping we can all survive this; and please PLEASE start working together to treat all we meet with love and kindness; and now of course I’m wondering if this run-on sentence will ever stop; but then I realized that I’m the only one who can stop it.
So I did.
Then my dear Debi said to me, “Hey, did you hear about the cockroaches that eat each others’ wings so they can be mates for life??” And of course I had not heard of this… but sure enough, there it is on the interwebs, and you can if you want to read about it click here to see it in Science News. So yes, these cockaroaches really do eat each others’ wings as a way to bond and fend off any other possible suitors.
Isn’t that special? Maybe humans could adopt that strategy as a way to keep an eternal bond during the matrimonial universe of their relationship. It certainly beats taunting each other. And no, I didn’t misspell cockroach. Know why? It’s on this authority: when I was a kid on Long Island, Noo Yawk we would abuse the use of such roaches’ names by teasing each other thusly: “Crybaby cockaroach nyaa nyaa na boo boo!!” This of course was sung to the tune of “You Are A Stinkerbutt Nyaa Nyaa Na Boo Boo!!”
None of the cockaroach wing munchings can really pull me out of the funk that the events of the world have slapped into my nostrils. Therefore, I will conclude this week’s silly blog thing with some very silly transcriptions of actual text messages I’ve sent to my coworkers during my tenure as a factory support computer geek boy. So without any further ado, here are the messages for your enjoyment.
By applying mustard on my cat’s eyebrows, I can feel confident his festive appearance will give him great joy among his peers.
Tonight I plan to enjoy a nice dinner of Cream of Dogfood Soup with a grilled Kibbles ‘n Bits sandwich. All this will precede a raucous 3 hour session of barking at the moon.
Not sure who the culprit is so I’m asking everyone: please stop substituting my mustard with the Purple Sludge. The fridge is starting to vibrate between 2 and 3:37 AM.
Tomorrow’s breakfast: Please prepare some shrimp on the half shell with a side dish of deep fried moth tongues. I’ll wash it down with a nice avocado / eggplant smoothie; after which I’ll run for the men’s room. Thank you!!
And as a final entry for today:
Happy Friday!! May your ears enjoy delicious flavors; and may your nostrils flutter softly in the breeze.
Peace, Love, and Hugs,
Kenny
And now for the video fun stuff: