Exploding Heads are Messy

This last week has been somewhat hellacious, hellerific, and hellified.  Doesn't matter why, really... it might have something to do with the Ranch, or not.  I'm not sayin' either way. o_O


But I discovered that sometimes you can't make everyone happy.  In fact, sometimes you can't make anyone happy... no matter how hard you try.  And the harder you try, the higher your blood pressure gets.  Until your head finally explodes.  Then there's this whole mess to clean up.  And it's like when the family dog poops on the carpet, no one wants to clean it up... yeah, same thing following a brain explosion.  No one wants to scrape the brains and gore off the walls, and there are all these nasty stains on the carpet.  Then everyone is even more cheezed at you because you made the mess, but being brainless now, you are in no condition to clean it up.


See what I mean? You just can't please everyone.




(This guy obviously works with ppl who are considerate enough to clean up the brain leavings...)


Other little maxims that apply:

• you can't be in two places at once
• you can't have your cake and eat it too
• to thine own self be true

Ok, that last one was a reach.  Big deal.  I'm brainless, remember? My head exploded.... duh!!