It’s 2014 and I feel funny, not sick funny, but laugh funny. So here’s a little New Year’s Eve story for you that I have no idea the ending or the moral, or anything.
On the last day of 2013 this talking cockroach named Ickybod was kicked back in his dust bunny recliner watching the 800 millionth blow-them-up movie that the owner of the house insisted on viewing on his unbelievably gynormous flat screen, to finish the year out. The longer Ickybod watched, the more agitated he became. Thoughts of violence rushed through his mind, some having to do with how he might get control of the remote, and others, complete with video, of inciting a cockroach rebellion to do in the owner and take control of the house. Continue reading “New Year’s Eve”