M is for MadMug

I was on the bus this morning and I saw a MadMug. The creature had jumped on the face of a bus driver and set up house-keeping. It was a full grown madmug with ugly to burn and all the symptoms.  The way Hell-no was firmly situated on the forehead. The way her lips spoke a curse without ever moving. The way her whole body language had stopped trying to communicate anything other than “Gotdammit, I’ll bite you.
  Sadly the very symptoms of the affliction make the cure almost impossible to obtain. To cure this bus driver and make the morning commute a happier experience for all involved would take one person one minute to complete. And it’s free. And it’ll never happen.
  This bitch needs a hug.

L is for Lethal Lumens

 Ever see a deer caught in the headlights?  Ever wonder what the hell was so interesting that poor Bambi didn’t manage to dodge the on-coming end of life. Well the answer to that question may be found in the Lethal Lumens.
  They say happiness is found in the light.  They say comfort and joy are also there in qualities to great to be quantified.  They say a lot of things.
  “They” are not to be trusted mainly because ALL of the people transfixed by the Lethal lumens got ran over by the train attached to it.
  Stay off the tracks.