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roadrunnertwiceOkay, so play make-believe with me for a second. Imagine we're living in a house that's overrun with bloodthirsty goddamn alligators. They're everywhere. And while I'm sure they have rich internal gator-lives and complicated gator-relationships, and may even be patrons of the arts or some shit, from our standpoint they pretty much do nothing but smell awful and maul everyone constantly.
Some of the housemates opt to just call a U-Haul and move out of the reeking swamp: gator problem solved! But others persevere, and at long last and after considerable pain in the ass and unwanted amputations, the bulk of the gators are killed or chased off or otherwise gone and out of our damn hair. Say there's like four left.
Is your reaction really going to be "Aww, they're actually kind of cute; let's keep 'em as pets and maybe write hilarious fanfic about them in our weekly newspapers?" I guess I just don't really get it.
Anyway, oh my fucking god, DID YOU HEAR?!?!?!?! I guess some fucking aristocrats got ENGAGED! :O
Some of the housemates opt to just call a U-Haul and move out of the reeking swamp: gator problem solved! But others persevere, and at long last and after considerable pain in the ass and unwanted amputations, the bulk of the gators are killed or chased off or otherwise gone and out of our damn hair. Say there's like four left.
Is your reaction really going to be "Aww, they're actually kind of cute; let's keep 'em as pets and maybe write hilarious fanfic about them in our weekly newspapers?" I guess I just don't really get it.
Anyway, oh my fucking god, DID YOU HEAR?!?!?!?! I guess some fucking aristocrats got ENGAGED! :O