Friday, February 6, 2009

Untidyllic

Untidy.
Idyllic.
Untidyllic.

Some people wonder, why make the bed?
It'll just get messy tomorrow.

And why wash your hands?
Those people were going to get hepatitis anyway.

And why brush your teeth?
You're just going to die.
And who cares how many teeth you have when you die?
(Death is not a tooth-having competition.
And even if it is, you'll probably beat everyone who lived from prehistoric times up through most of the 1900's.)

Hygiene.
Genius.
Hygenius.

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