A blade of grass. Swaying back and forth in the rhythm of the summer night’s warm breeze. Not a care in the world as it feels the purple sunset’s warmth cascade down its back. Thoughts of summer’s past. Soft music hangs in the air, in concert with crickets chirping. The blade feels peace, serenity. Then a moment later an engine roars, the putrid mix of gas, sweat and oil permeate the air and the blade of grass is mowed down, only moments earlier being invincible.
We might all feel the same way. We may sit around in our little deck chairs, feeling the warm breeze, chilling on the porch, until one day, a Friday, we are assaulted and mowed down by the loud roar of Friday Giftures. When only moments earlier we were invincible. Try not to get mowed down by the bitterness.
Don’t you hate it when you are trying to slide down a roaderslide…
The snowflake is even less safe from getting mowed down…
This truck was trying to find his long lost girlfriend…
I thought I wanted to be a lawyer someday…
Some people…
Soon after this guy avoided the train…
After this near miss, this Miss became a Bee Gee…
Speaking of near misses…
How would you feel if you were…
Sometimes you are just at a meeting…
Do you ever feel like you got hosed…
So are we finished here…
Well, off to go pretending that I’m invincible, while maniacs try to prove that I am not. Should be amazing! Good luck surviving your weekend!
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Bitter Blade of Grasshopper Ben