Crustaceans, pizza, dim sum.
With the exception of the romance novels and romantic vampires, that list is still something I can solidly support.
I'm afraid that both steamy novels and lithe sexy vampires would set me off into a fit of the giggles if I were confronted with them; consequently at this time I wish to substite complex word problems and Minions.
RESPECT, POWER, BANANA!
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVDk7PXNXB8.]
There are times when I fondly imagine the people around me to be minions. Especially on the bus; it makes them much more acceptable.
But not just the bus; everywhere.
Lovable ineptitude.
Purpose!
Work?
Minions.
Restaurants?
Minions.
Post office?
Minions.
Sales and Marketing department people?
Minions.
The United States Congress?
Errm. No. Idiots.
. . . . .
Cigar smokers?
Minions.
Well, loud boisterous minions.
With robust (i.e.: bad) breath.
Easily distracted by television.
Life is better with small yellow anarchists.
They're just filled with caffeine!
Naturally.
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2 comments:
I think it takes 10 adult makes to make a real minion, at least if you're going to say kaddish.
Ten adults, or twenty small yellow blobs.
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