Why would anyone voluntarely live somewhere soooooooooo hot??? I live in New England, where the weather is pretty warrm in summer, but it occasionally spikes up, like right now. I feel like it's always somewhere in the nineties and the humididty is so thick I feel like I could take a knife to it. I'm excited though, because I just got a new ipod dock and alarm clock. Today I went to Starbucks with my youth group, and as I was getting out of the car, my sister puts the seat down and my finger got jammed between the arm rest and seat part, so I'm in Starbucks, and I'm crying because it hurts so bad, meanwhile I'm just waiting for my frappicinio (which was a mocha cookie crumble with coffee, which was utterly AMAZING) so another guy in my youth group, lets call him Nick for now because I don't like to use real names, tells me this story to try and cheer me up and distract me from my finger...
"So yesterday I found an ant in my room. I picked it up with tweezers, and used the ultimate ant psycological torture method. I used my tweezers and put it in a jar, full of sugar. Since ants are hardwired to bring food to the colony, its perfect. There's all this food, but they can't take it anywhere. It really messes with them. So, 3 or 4 hours later, I let it out. He goes back to the colony, and they have questions (He said this part with a British accent, and you'll see why later) "Where's the food Nigel? We can smell it on you. where have you been!?", "I don't know!!! So much food, but I couldn't bring a lick of it back!!!" And the reason I say that with an accent is beacause there is a joke that all ants are British, because they colonize!!!"
Ba-dum-ch.
Gotta love cheesy stories, though I would hate to be messed with like that.
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