Saturday, 28 April 2012

Burgerking across the road from meh...

Now, I thought it would be relatively simples to distinguish capra ægagrus hircus from canis lupus.

Clearly not!

For televisual representation of transformation of those who much upon lamb flatbreads end up neither. A wolf they day! Nay, first it's clearly a goat... before descending into some Kashyyk based lifeform.

To whit; One hairy arsed humanoid with a Rambo-esque bullet harness affixed diagonally from scapula to waist, with a preference for growing at scurrying floor-brushing mechanoids.

No wonder them kids of today are so confused about Yetis, Abdominable Snowblokes, Sasha squatting (for a shit?) and Bigfeets.

The world of Fast Food is confusing enough with metamorphosis suspiciously reminiscent of a Wookie's hole while misrepresented as Talbot - Lawrence Talbot!

Even a man who is pure by heart
And of a flatbread bites
May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
And his hairy moon is bare and shites.

Or something...