buzzing bloopers

I'm almost positive that friendship is something that should be experimented with.

My usual interaction with humans is a series of visual exercises wherein I switch their skinshells with big disney-type animatoons.

Fo' example: today a woman behind me in the groceria decided I was the perfect person to assault with news of how crappy the service was.

"couldn't they open another lane?"

In my mind, this question, upon its cawcawish exit from said woman, snapped my lids shut with the delayed instantanity of a "snickt" polaroid. Once the flash blurred me less, I set eyes not upon a middlin' woman frustrato with aproned slave labor...but instead, a diviney vision of a poochy-rific bumblebeeanna - wings as round and bulbous as the boobies and buttum that dwarfed them.

She was happy and humming her fruity little song of nectar sought and sweetness denied.