Friday, June 24, 2011

George, or The Modern Prometheus

Feeling thoroughly unproductive, George let the feeling of complete inaction wash over him. He waited patiently for an epiphany of some sort, for an idea to snap him out of obscurity, and into the faceless haze of society. Unfortunately for poor George, he was not the sharpest crayon in the box. Until it hit him...

...his mother never was very merciful with her feather duster.

“Five more minutes, dearest mother, I am pondering my life goals”

“Well, can you ponder them outside? I have company coming over.”

“You should support my cause, mother.”

“Do you see anyone else paying rent?”

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