Ya, my little ode to the stereotypical artiste,
So, no offense to the Greeks but toga clad semi naked ladies really aren't my thing. Now moose or should i say mooosei (pronounced with an i) are another thing entirely. Large... Hairy... Prone to spitting; with all the features of a quintessential "chowkidar baba", pretty much a writers paradise.
The only problem is AKU isn't a very moose prone environment. For some reason one sniff of the devils brew/Guyton and your friendly neighborhood moose hightails it to the nearest "liberal arts" college (heavy on the liberal light on the college please). Now, being of a less than sound mind and a clearly bitter moose-less state i have some theories as to why me beloved moose left me:
- Cant take the heat... spitting and pooping is hard work, lives depend on the digestive systems of these glorious quadrupeds
- Dead baby issues or maybe that's just me.. i mean seriously who puts babies in jars, i get the whole pursuit of knowledge crap but there are some lines you do not cross *shivers*
- XOXO look at the hair on that moose: now this is a serious issue, med students lack lives thus, they bitch about other med students lives (the whole vicious cycle deal). its kind of sad really, but hey, who am i to talk??? I'm the loser mourning the moose. (note to self: import life NOW)
- The Weather. Ever smelt a moose in July, would turn anyone suicidal
I SUCK.... no that cant be right- All the taarna/poondi/ogling/drooling/bulging eyes bugs bunny impressions, scared em off (moosei are very sensitive hunka hunka meats)
- THE DEATH OF ALL THAT IS SACRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( sorry the zealot in me couldn't help that)
- Zardari; cuz, well, lets face it hes to blame for everything
- T.J, aka menopausal man, the physiology professor from hell, scared them off
AAARRRRRRGHHHH!!!!!!.... forget it. I lost me moose. The world sucks
Sincerely moose-less
