My stupid alter ego, Dan, seems to think that springtime is wonderful. He writes these little nature observations about birds and plants that show that springtime is coming. Pfeh. Mr. Crankypants does not like spring. Spring means happiness and hay fever. Mr. Crankypants agrees with the late great Dorothy Parker, who wrote:
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
Enough said.
Ah.. Spring.
Herald– the return of allergens.
Rejoice– the time of mud.
Celebrate– the revealing of all the people-litter once the snow has melted away.
Oh, yeah. I still hate Spring.
Cher M. C-P,
C’est vrai, mon ami. Le printemps est plus (pardon) merde.
Les ouiseaux? Les fleurs? Le soleil? Feh!
Donnez-moi l’hiver! Vive L’hiver!
Votre ami,
M. Merde-merde