The nusance of mucas.

Doing nothing is only fun when you are doing it to avoid other things. Pushing myself around the living room floor on my back is fun when the other alternative is your 'dead writers who didn't amout to much' lecture, but not so much fun when you realise that you are supposed to be in the best shape you will ever be in your life and that alcohol rots your teeth.

There is a big difference between fun and nessicary, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the divide grows ever larger as you get older. Cleaning the flat? Not fun, but nessicary. Throwing yet more rotten eggs over the flat and into unexpecting backyards? Hours of fun in minutes! How about cleaning out that orange stuff from the fridge? Proably a good idea before the landlord comes around, but wait, makeing dirty words out of fridge magnets fills a place inside that has been empty since birth. Reading this, you proably wonder why I get out of bed in the morning. The awnser is simple: It smells.

But the truth of the matter is this: if everyone was like me, there wouldn't be an overpopulation problem, the ozone layer would still be intact and there would be less violent crime.

So vote for Flan. He bribes you with cookies.