Armadillos aren't born dead? News to me. 
) They look dead when they're alive.
There once was a little man I worked with who used to eat fish twice a week. The awful stench of the seasoning he used was enough to have you running to the bathroom, oddly enough, for FRESH AIR! The object of the game of lunch was quite simple: beat the little old man to the microwave or your lunch would be contaminated from the left over vapors (radiation?)! The race was on, like I said, at least twice a week. Many played the game. But the old man was a wise old man! You never knew which day he would pick or when he would throw in the odd third day. Many a participant (everyone who would used the microwave) lost this game routinely. At 4 foot 10, this little man made many a bigger person beaten down with despair.
Picture this: a welder running in his welder's leathers with his welding mask pushed up over his head and a container of food clutched in one hand in desperation to get there first. His run turns into a sudden stop and a look of disbelief. A "What to do now?" expression was all over his face. He looked at the little, but wise, old man and said, "Listen fella! If you are going to continue to eat fish for lunch, may I recommend that you catch the fish rather than pick them up off the shore. Here's a hint: you can use flies to catch fish, but if you see flies on your fish, leave it there on the ground!!! Your food stinks like $#!+, mister!!!!!!" (lunchroom folks laugh uncontrollably).)
With that, the little old man never brought fish in for lunch again.
The End.
) They look dead when they're alive.There once was a little man I worked with who used to eat fish twice a week. The awful stench of the seasoning he used was enough to have you running to the bathroom, oddly enough, for FRESH AIR! The object of the game of lunch was quite simple: beat the little old man to the microwave or your lunch would be contaminated from the left over vapors (radiation?)! The race was on, like I said, at least twice a week. Many played the game. But the old man was a wise old man! You never knew which day he would pick or when he would throw in the odd third day. Many a participant (everyone who would used the microwave) lost this game routinely. At 4 foot 10, this little man made many a bigger person beaten down with despair.
Picture this: a welder running in his welder's leathers with his welding mask pushed up over his head and a container of food clutched in one hand in desperation to get there first. His run turns into a sudden stop and a look of disbelief. A "What to do now?" expression was all over his face. He looked at the little, but wise, old man and said, "Listen fella! If you are going to continue to eat fish for lunch, may I recommend that you catch the fish rather than pick them up off the shore. Here's a hint: you can use flies to catch fish, but if you see flies on your fish, leave it there on the ground!!! Your food stinks like $#!+, mister!!!!!!" (lunchroom folks laugh uncontrollably).
)With that, the little old man never brought fish in for lunch again.
The End.
