Big Oil Spill

   A hundred years ago we adopted an infant. We embraced, fed and educated the child – bringing him along slowly but soundly, hoping he would take care of all needs in the years to come.

Our plan worked to perfection – he fueled our cars, airplanes, lawnmowers, bulldozers.

He wrapped our food, sprayed our hair, and kept our roads smooth and mud free.

He grew tall and muscular – smart and powerful, and then it happened – he puked at the dinner table – disgusting everyone
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   Soon as I fill-up my old Suburban I’m gonna chase him out of town.

K. Edwin Smith

 

 

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