Cleaning up

Humans like keeping their turf clean, or at least they like to complain about it not being clean. When someone is about to come over, the host's first response is to clean everything in sight. If there is not time to clean, stashing everything in the closet, under the couch, or in the oven is the thing they do. I am living in a house of ten, which makes it impossible to clean. Especially since some of them are children. When we clean the den, they dump all the toys out of the boxes and brake all the crayons. Then as we clean that up. they dump a gallon of milk on the floor and eat cereal, off the floor.

On my planet we have robots to clean. If someone is coming, we don't rush to clean--we cook. Children don't make messes ether; we tie them up in the basement until they're 21 and a half years old--OK I'm kidding. Our offspring don't make messes; we just need to keep them separate so they don't eat each other. I must admit, I'm impressed by human restraint. The only mess we have to clean up is the Fustalarean acid hound's acid. It damages the robots.

Farewell, and may you never have a Fustalarean acid hound pee on your carpet.

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