Blankets

Blankets. Not only - like many other things do - do they give us a false sense of safety, but they are also unfair. Today, I will explain why.

Have you ever wondered, blog readers, about what OTHER animals use for warmth? Let me enlighten you. Birds (And by birds, I do not refer to you Lemmings) live up in trees at a dizzying height. And what do they call home? A mere circle of sticks called a "nest!"! And do you know how long it takes me to climb one of those trees to tell the bird in it to shut up so I can rest my dazzling eyes? And what if that's the wrong tree? But really, Lemmings. Those poor birds must be freezing up there! And not only do we do nothing about it, but we also snuggle under our warm little "blankets", and watch some idiotic movie! But if you're like me, who is kept up all night because of a pesky owl, here's another example: I'm sure most of you blog readers have heard of bees. When their day of collecting the pollen that makes up what you Lemmings call "honey", stinging yours truly while I look for ghost sniffing bees with my pathetic twin, Maxo Idiot, or sniffing for ghosts is done, they fly home to their hidden and maybe even invisible hives (Which Lemmings stupidly made the name of a disease), and sleep surrounded by their own disgusting kin! I can't think of anything more revolting (Except of course, the very sight of my younger siblings)! 

Think about it, Lemmings! Why should we wallow in false pleasure while other animals suffer? We were all created by the same entity, after all (Okay, Actually maybe not. But SPOILED people are, at least). But if you truly don't want to part with your blankets, then glue them together into a nest or dome shape, and then ether take that nest up a large tree and then sit in it, or crawl into your dome/hive with your family and sleep in it, respectively. But don't forget: I am only telling you to do this because I hate you all. 

Talk amongst yourselves!