So, the V-Man, Smyrish and I are sitting in my backyard yesterday afternoon, talking the usual Sunday jibberish, drinking coffee and avoiding doing anything truly productive.
Smyrish mentions that he wouldn't mind being a female praying mantis, and we launch into a big discussion on the mating habits of the praying mantis, and such.
The V-Man then tells me that he's glad that I'm not a praying mantis, because he has enough trouble getting his shit together to take out the trash, and he wouldn't have the energy to haul out all the dead bodies I would no doubt have piling up.
We all laughed at my apparent sluttiness and continued on with our day.
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