If I had to name 2012 it would be called "The Year The Elephant Shit Hit The Industrial Fan Over And Over Again". The funny thing about elephant shit splattering all over your world is that it washes off. And it's sort of funny really when you realise that everyone else around you has just as much shit on themselves as you do.
We duck and weave and try so hard to avoid the burst of flying faecel matter, but in keeping our eyes on the fan we lose sight of the floor and before we know it we are flat on our backs with no choice but to get up and keep on laughing.
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