And, if Ant had not been stupid and voted for the “gun control” laws then she might could have defended herself! 🙂
Imagine, if you will, a field in Boring, Oregano. It’s a blisteringly hot summer’s day – the kind that makes bark peel off trees to find shelter from the sun’s calamitous gaze.
Cicada is lazing about wearing his customary bling. He’s chomping down on stogies while flipping through the latest copy of Big Buzzo Jumblies. This is what you do when you’re young, dumb and full of hum.
Ant, meanwhile, is nearby, huffing and puffing with a heavy trolley load of corn ears and woodworking equipment. She’s taking these essentials back to her place. She’s got a big project in mind…
“Wassup playa!” says Cicada. “Haul ovah‘n rap wit’ me ‘steada toilin’ moilin’ tha whole dam’ day!”
“I beg your pardon?” says Ant.
“Holla at’cha, yo!” says Cicada. “Hang wit’ me ho, ‘steada slayin’ biz wit’ da wheel whizz!”
“I have no idea what you’re saying,” says Ant. “You…
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