Blog Like It's the End of the World Day
Jun. 13th, 2008 05:10 pmI never dread Friday the thirteenths. Usually they are lucky days for me. My first inkling that this Friday would be different was Roy refused to come inside as if expecting certain doom. I didn’t care. There was a Cold Case Files marathon on so I just stretched out on the couch to watch a little forensics.
Slowly I became aware of it growing hotter in the apartment so I just bumped up the A/C but it didn’t help. That’s when the screaming started. As much as I hate summer, I decided to open the door to see what was going on. Blink, blink, so this is where global warming has taken us. All the unseasonable heat and humidity allowed for the growth of giant frogs. So what says you?
I’m talking giant. One had Mylar streamers hanging from its mouth, a telltale sign of what happened to the neighbor’s little girl and her endless bike riding around the apartments. Another monstrous amphibian was busting out windows and sucking out the occupants like cream from a Twinkie.
Barricading myself in the apartment, I’m writing my last blog entry and have my weapons around me. Only time will tell, will I become amphibian chow or are frog legs on the menu tonight. Damn, see? This is why I hate heat and humidity. Nothing good ever comes from it. Bye for now, maybe forever. Wish me luck.
Slowly I became aware of it growing hotter in the apartment so I just bumped up the A/C but it didn’t help. That’s when the screaming started. As much as I hate summer, I decided to open the door to see what was going on. Blink, blink, so this is where global warming has taken us. All the unseasonable heat and humidity allowed for the growth of giant frogs. So what says you?
I’m talking giant. One had Mylar streamers hanging from its mouth, a telltale sign of what happened to the neighbor’s little girl and her endless bike riding around the apartments. Another monstrous amphibian was busting out windows and sucking out the occupants like cream from a Twinkie.
Barricading myself in the apartment, I’m writing my last blog entry and have my weapons around me. Only time will tell, will I become amphibian chow or are frog legs on the menu tonight. Damn, see? This is why I hate heat and humidity. Nothing good ever comes from it. Bye for now, maybe forever. Wish me luck.