Give Me an E! Give Me a P! Give Me an A! What Does That Spell? Couldn’t Tell You. I Went to Public School.

OK, now things are just getting silly.  The EPA is targeting me now.  What has happened to my freedom to pollute my land as I see fit?  Might one of these be the cause:

  • Apparently I’m not allowed to compost those half dozen hobos that used to be shackled in my crawlspace.
  • My hellions keep running the AC with the windows open.
  • The by-products of my genetic experiments have to be properly disposed of as biohazardous wastes.  Apparently consumption at a neighborhood BBQ isn’t good enough.
  • They are concerned that I fertilize my garden with my expired prescriptions.
  • My controlled refuse burning sometimes includes my neighbors’ cats.
  • My hepatitis C mutated, anthropomorphized and was reportedly seen stalking the local children.
  • My controlled refuse burning sometimes includes my expired ‘prescriptions.’  (It makes for a really interesting smore party).
  • My hepatitis was later seen meeting a yeast infection at a seedy motel with a crate of petri dishes. Offspring are feared. 
  • They frown upon my practice of weaving my own cloth from discarded asbestos.
  • They don’t approve of the lead bodypaint we use to protect ourselves from Obama’s mind control transmissions.
  • They just need someone to crucify like when the Romans come to town.

[Cross posted at Nuking Politics]

7 Comments

  1. “EPA”?

    Dunno what you publik skoolers dun learnt, but to private prep schoolers “EPA” was something a little brown cholo mouse used to repeatedly exclaim, in Warner Brothers cartoons on a Saturday morning, right before accelerating and causing south-of-the-border mayhem.

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