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Saturday, June 9, 2012

The scourge


(part of conversation)
"Met a few interesting bugs in the garden."
(response)
"Ah... I tried to kill one and he wouldn't die. Usually I just leave them be, but I did squish a couple. They seem to hang out where the buttercups are so I justify the killing of them by the fact that they probably assist the stupid buttercups in their quest for ... world domination."

(Which prompted this)


The little buttercups... a scourge... a bright happy yellow plague... the bane of my existence... I do not understand how anyone could have determined that buttercup be used as a term of affection.

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