circus

Flea circuses

I used to imagine a flea circus just like those cartoons where the flea plays a trumpet and swings on the trapeze. It's not really what I thought they were when I was a kid, ( Not that I seriously thought they played the trumpet and rode uni-cycles....you know what I mean...) They actually did train fleas to do what the trainer wanted them to do.

They put the flea in a jar with the lid on it. The flea does what you would expect a flea to do and tries to jump out of the jar. Over and over again, the little bugger jumps up and bangs It's head on the lid again and again. Hours go by as the flea bashes it's tiny noggin on the the bottom of the lid. Eventually after a few hours or days, the flea would still jump, but only within an inch of the the bottom of the lid. The flea had successfully been trained to jump only as high as the trainer wanted.

Now the lid could be taken off and the flea wouldn't jump out because it didn't know that the lid wasn't there. It didn't realize that the obstacle keeping it in was gone.

Life has no ceiling.

Jump as high as you can.

And now...I'm gonna go stick my Wise talking face in the toilet and give myself a swirly...

Man who drop watch in toilet bound to have crappy time.

Confucius say it take square butt to poop a brick.

He who sniffs Coke, drowns.

All men eat, but Fu Manchu.

Secretary not permanent until she screwed on desk.

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