Taken from Charlie Brookers "How TV Ruined Your Life"
Howie the Hare was gayly hopping down Dinglebell Way one morning when he stopped, he looked up into the clouds and he was struck by the notion of just how insignificant he was in the grand sceme of things. How it didn't matter if he wanted carrots for dinner if his paw hurt or even if he caught his cheek on some barbed wire and got an infected face and died. None of these things mattered a squit he realised because despite what mummy kept saying, HE didn't matter a squit. Which is why it didn't matter that, moments later, he was killed by a meteorite.
Howie the Hare was gayly hopping down Dinglebell Way one morning when he stopped, he looked up into the clouds and he was struck by the notion of just how insignificant he was in the grand sceme of things. How it didn't matter if he wanted carrots for dinner if his paw hurt or even if he caught his cheek on some barbed wire and got an infected face and died. None of these things mattered a squit he realised because despite what mummy kept saying, HE didn't matter a squit. Which is why it didn't matter that, moments later, he was killed by a meteorite.
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ReplyDeleteNow THAT was a surprise ending! It literally made me laugh out loud. :)
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