My dear old friend Gary
today talked with me about the Bug Zapper post. He saw it as an allegory for dealing wiht liberals, and it’s an apt and astute comment.
On the other hand, the post really was about licking a bug zapper. Don’t. Makes your tongue hurt so you talk like Barney Frank. And everything tastes like a burnt halogen light for a week.
While I’m thinking about it, don’t lick any halogen bulbs, burnt or otherwise.
On the other hand, the post really was about licking a bug zapper.
Another hero has feet of clay.
So when it’s time for me to buy a bug zapper, when I lift it out of its box, it’ll have an exclamation point in a yellow triangle next to a pictogram of a guy sticking his tongue on the thing, in a red circle and slash.
And I thought warning stickers couldn’t get much worse.
Don’t piss on an electric fence. For the second time, or the first. Just sayin.’
Actually, my first thought was that you could leave off the last word. Or change it to ‘, dumbass’.
Preferably with emphasis on ‘not’.