Quote: Originally Posted by Cliffy
Remember, in the fifties life was simple. One major worry was that an Earwig would crawl in your ear and lay eggs that hatch in your brain.
Earwigs have been around as long as Cockroaches and will probably survive nuclear war too. I am hearing rumors that they are multiplying at an alarming rate and are tire of waiting for Armageddon. You should sleep with ear plugs just in case they are planning a preemptive strike.
Ah the fifties had it easy with the Bomb.
Then the drug crazed hippies came and instead of being the end all they turned out to be first unconformist soap box standers and now they are unmotivated loafs happy to make too much money, live in empty houses and play with the computer all day.
Bugs don't kill us any more. Not like they used to.
So what will we do? It's not like we can just sit around not being afraid of stuff. That leads to not consuming for pleasure which is how we make our selves feel better in these troubled times. Should that happen, all our phoney baloney jobs are toast!
Hell we could easily end up having to spend all day every day with the sqawling brats we hatch and suffer the nattering of our spouses we choose to partner up with.
Ahh that's the fear I've grown to love.
