I know I'm from the UK, not the US, but as my hubby is American I feel I'm allowed to say, "Hell, yeah!" I couldn't have put it better myself. This really spoke to me.
A good one I can truly understand. Some days I hate it even when I just have to go out grocery shopping. In my case it would end with"I am only for me and the two cats who own me." Lol. Hugs
The billionaires are at it again.
This one's going to Mars.
This one's murdering for profit.
And this one's going
out his damn mind.
What else is there to do
when you don't want to be
of use to anyone?
Five boarded a submarine,
built MacGyver-style
out of chewing gum,
banana peels,
and baby chick nests.
Operated by a video game controller,
the yellow-themed vessel
set off in search of
artifacts from a larger failure,
a much bigger nautical disaster.
An hour and a half later
terms like "we lost communication",
"maritime incident", and
"which one will we eat first"
were being thrown around,
much to the chagrin
of all involved in
the mission.
Yellow can mean many things;
on that day it stood for
implosion,
and they all went to heaven
in a yellow submarine.
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