Friday, August 7, 2009

You know what I hate? Remoras.

Damn little bastards. Always expecting ME to feed them. They attach themselves to me, and wait for the crumbs of my food, which they snatch up. What am I, the God-damned Food Bank? Huh? Just leeching off me, waiting for ME to do all the work of getting food. Hell, they can't even swim for themselves. Oh, no. They gotta attach themselves to me, and let ME do all the work.

One of these days I hope one of those little bastards gets too close to my mouth when I'm in a feeding frenzy, and I "accidently" bite their little head off.

Hey, Remoras! GET A DAMNED JOB AND WORK FOR YOUR FOOD! THE FREE RIDE IS OVER!!!!!!!!!

6 comments:

  1. You've chosen well the object of your hatred. Remoras SUCK.

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  2. Yes they do! And, they leave what look like hickeys, and frankly I'm tired of always having to explain them.

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  3. Indeed. Remoras suck.

    Glad I'm not the only one who feels that way. When I see a Remora, you know what I do? GAZE.

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  4. You're far from the only one, Shaaaaark. Many, many people feel that way.

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  5. Rmoras contribute NOTHING. In fact, they just make things more difficult and unpleasant.

    Oh, they THINK they are doing good, and think they are doing the right thing, but dammit, millions of years of instinct is on my side.

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