I could give a rat's ass!!!
Actually, I couldn't a rat's ass. I don't have access to a rat. Nor do I even know where to access a rat. I suppose I could visit one of the many local pet stores and acquire a rat. I doubt they'd cost very much. Then I could give a rat's ass.
On the second hand, though, I'd be stuck with a rat with no ass and I don't know what sort of medical problems that would produce. I can only imagine that a rat without an ass is going to bloat up, filling more and more with rat turds, on account of not having a method of vacating it's bowels. The poor little bugger would eventually explode, spreading rat feces all over the place. If I kept the assless rat in a shoe box wrapped in duct tape, I suppose that'd contain the exploding rat, although that is only a theory and has yet to be proven by myself or science. And plus, that'd be awfully selfish of me to steal away the rat's ass to give to someone else to prove I could care less about something, then stuffing the poor f*cker into a shoe box wrapped in duct tape.
When you consider how very little I care about a lot of shit, I'd be tossing out rat's asses out all the time, like a Las Vegas poker dealer. So then I'd be faced with a plethora of assless rats. That's a helluva problem. I've not bought that many pairs of shoes in my lifetime, let alone have enough shoe boxes to contain all the assless rats. One could double or triple them up in the shoe boxes, I suppose, but cannibalism runs wild in the rat kingdom. If left in a shoe box, I'm sure one would eventually turn on the other, which is disgusting, not to mention, the cannibal rat would be adding to the compiling poop in it's system, ironically causing it to explode all the more quickly.
A "humane" alternative, would be to purchase myself a snake. This way, once the rat's ass was issued to whomever, the remaining parts of the rat could be fed to the snake. I'm not a fan of snakes, though. Especially, the constrictor variety. I see them on TV and in that Harry Potter movie, and they always look like their thinking. I don't like any creature that appears to be smarter than myself. Not too mention, you always hear about those f*cking snakes getting out of their cages and killing the family pet or worse. I don't have any small children in my household, unless you include my cat, Monkey. He's an agile little f*cker, but I don't know how he'd fair against a large constricting snake, and I don't wish to find out.
My not caring about things could run up quite an expensive tally. Though inexpensive, dozens and dozens of rats would add up quickly, not to mention the cost of a snake and all the shit you need to encase one of those bastards. My bank account would quickly dwindle, this much I am certain of.
Obviously I've given this subject a lot of thought. I've also considered the idea that I don't care about a lot of shit. I don't know if this makes me shallow or callous. I do, however, have trouble in distinguishing whether I could or couldn't care less. Nor do I know exactly, when to give a shit or not give a shit about something. The latter, I suppose, has to do with one's diet. I suppose if a person consumes a lot of roughage, then they, in theory, could give a shit about a lot more. Personally, I'm allergic to a lot of stuff like whole wheat products, and therefore am unable to drop a deuce when it's deemed necessary to convey my dislike or lack of care on a particular subject. I still poop, yes. I'm not in danger of exploding myself, but I just can't do it at the drop of a hat.
This is quite a dilemma that I'm faced with. Damned if I do. Damned if I don't. I have no avenues in which to confer with on this subject. Nobody knows the trouble I face on a daily basis. I've consulted the internet with hopes of finding a solution, but I don't even want to go into detail about the sick shit that has come up. Suffice it to say, there's a lot of sick f*ckers in the world.
I could invest a lot more time into the discovery of how to deal with this dilemma. Lord knows I have the time, but.... When you get right down to it, it doesn't really concern me a lot. I guess, I just don't give two shits about it.
When you consider how very little I care about a lot of shit, I'd be tossing out rat's asses out all the time, like a Las Vegas poker dealer. So then I'd be faced with a plethora of assless rats. That's a helluva problem. I've not bought that many pairs of shoes in my lifetime, let alone have enough shoe boxes to contain all the assless rats. One could double or triple them up in the shoe boxes, I suppose, but cannibalism runs wild in the rat kingdom. If left in a shoe box, I'm sure one would eventually turn on the other, which is disgusting, not to mention, the cannibal rat would be adding to the compiling poop in it's system, ironically causing it to explode all the more quickly.
A "humane" alternative, would be to purchase myself a snake. This way, once the rat's ass was issued to whomever, the remaining parts of the rat could be fed to the snake. I'm not a fan of snakes, though. Especially, the constrictor variety. I see them on TV and in that Harry Potter movie, and they always look like their thinking. I don't like any creature that appears to be smarter than myself. Not too mention, you always hear about those f*cking snakes getting out of their cages and killing the family pet or worse. I don't have any small children in my household, unless you include my cat, Monkey. He's an agile little f*cker, but I don't know how he'd fair against a large constricting snake, and I don't wish to find out.
My not caring about things could run up quite an expensive tally. Though inexpensive, dozens and dozens of rats would add up quickly, not to mention the cost of a snake and all the shit you need to encase one of those bastards. My bank account would quickly dwindle, this much I am certain of.
Obviously I've given this subject a lot of thought. I've also considered the idea that I don't care about a lot of shit. I don't know if this makes me shallow or callous. I do, however, have trouble in distinguishing whether I could or couldn't care less. Nor do I know exactly, when to give a shit or not give a shit about something. The latter, I suppose, has to do with one's diet. I suppose if a person consumes a lot of roughage, then they, in theory, could give a shit about a lot more. Personally, I'm allergic to a lot of stuff like whole wheat products, and therefore am unable to drop a deuce when it's deemed necessary to convey my dislike or lack of care on a particular subject. I still poop, yes. I'm not in danger of exploding myself, but I just can't do it at the drop of a hat.
This is quite a dilemma that I'm faced with. Damned if I do. Damned if I don't. I have no avenues in which to confer with on this subject. Nobody knows the trouble I face on a daily basis. I've consulted the internet with hopes of finding a solution, but I don't even want to go into detail about the sick shit that has come up. Suffice it to say, there's a lot of sick f*ckers in the world.
I could invest a lot more time into the discovery of how to deal with this dilemma. Lord knows I have the time, but.... When you get right down to it, it doesn't really concern me a lot. I guess, I just don't give two shits about it.
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