Thirty degrees at 2:30AM.
I walked the dog,
rowdy Joe,
my furry little red haired dog.
He got on his hind legs
and waved his front paws in the air,
furiously.
That's his method of begging.
When he does it with extra energy,
he really feels the need
for something.
In this case,
the need to poo.
Welcome to my world
below the fold.
If you came this far,
you dodged the dog turds,
to see what else I had to write.
Thank you.
Break.
My roommate, Bob
cooked a frozen ear of corn
wrapped in foil,
in the oven,
on broil.
?
On broil?
I would have boiled all five ears
in a pot on the stove.
This,
and other examples
of annoying things
my roommate does
brings up my biggest,
most important point of philosophy:
Treat everyone,
always,
the same way I treat my roommate,
Bob.
So,
instead of,
"What would Jesus do?"
the question is,
"What would you do
with Bob?"
Criminal record,
no job,
watches anime all day?
Not all day,
but what else does he do?
He takes out the trash,
walks the dog,
and that's about it,
as far as doing chores.
So.
I could throw him out,
chew him out,
kill him in his sleep,
(he says arsenic in his koolaid
would do the trick).
But, what I do
is the same thing everyone does
most of the time
with most people.
I work around him,
help him,
and let him help me.
I use him as someone to talk to,
besides the dog.
I seldom talk to the dog.
I know,
my philosophy would not work,
because so many people
scream
and yell
and hit
and kill.
In those situations,
you call 911,
and they take him away
in handcuffs.
But if you cannot arrest
thousands of Taliban,
you should treat them
the same way I treat Bob:
work around them,
help them,
use them.
Thanks for reading.