So I'm in the office bored sheeatless, everyone has gone home, there's just me here, I'm killing time before I lock up at tooth hurty.
There's this insectocutor thing above where I sit, blue lights, electric grills that sotrt of thing. There's this blue bottle doing break dance electric boogie on its back sounding pretty pissed at the shock it's just had phwacked through its useless ugly little mass.
Thing is, its a hardy little bastard this one, it's already been zapped once and it got up for some more and has now been knocked down again. Oh uh, here comes a song, chumbawumba anyone.."I get knocked down, but I get up again, aint nobody gonna keep me down..."
Don't these things have brains then? I'm sure they do, cos everytime I try and swat the aggravating little mudder fuckers they always seem to dodge past and fly off laughing at me, before coming back for another divebomb or fly by of my head!
I'm not a gratuitous or a vindictive person, but there's something sincerely satisfying about watching these purveyors of filth and not niceiness being zapped for England.
Garibaldi biscuit anybody?
