I already wrote to the suicidal turtles out there, but I feel it might be time to talk to the suicidal armadillos.
I understand why you might be suicidal. You aren't the most attractive of the animal creatures out there. Most people compare you to tiny dinosaurs, which would be cool if you got the same respect as the dinosaurs did. But you don't. The problem is you roll around like giant pill bugs, making the world think of you as giant pill bugs. Take control of your fate and life, stop rolling up into scaly balls with rat faces and long rat tails, be the dinosaur you really are!
Another problem is your proclivity for infecting others with leprosy. Sure, you can give people a disease that makes body parts fall off, but it's not all bad. Maybe we can help each other out and you can make the body parts of people who shouldn't have other littler people fall off.
Honestly though, you sweet little prehistoric creatures, there is no need for you to waddle out into the middle of those busy roads hoping to get hit by the rubber tires of metallic monsters. I'm tired of seeing your broken and battered bodies laying on the side of the road or down along the yellow strip of the road. I'm tired of seeing your insides bubble on the hot asphalt and I'm tired of seeing the blood splatter as tires roll over your pulverized remains.
So please little rat faced monsters, stop killing yourselves. We may not love you, but we don't really hate you, I mean you're kind of cute in your own little rat faced dinosaur ways.
I understand why you might be suicidal. You aren't the most attractive of the animal creatures out there. Most people compare you to tiny dinosaurs, which would be cool if you got the same respect as the dinosaurs did. But you don't. The problem is you roll around like giant pill bugs, making the world think of you as giant pill bugs. Take control of your fate and life, stop rolling up into scaly balls with rat faces and long rat tails, be the dinosaur you really are!
Another problem is your proclivity for infecting others with leprosy. Sure, you can give people a disease that makes body parts fall off, but it's not all bad. Maybe we can help each other out and you can make the body parts of people who shouldn't have other littler people fall off.
Honestly though, you sweet little prehistoric creatures, there is no need for you to waddle out into the middle of those busy roads hoping to get hit by the rubber tires of metallic monsters. I'm tired of seeing your broken and battered bodies laying on the side of the road or down along the yellow strip of the road. I'm tired of seeing your insides bubble on the hot asphalt and I'm tired of seeing the blood splatter as tires roll over your pulverized remains.
So please little rat faced monsters, stop killing yourselves. We may not love you, but we don't really hate you, I mean you're kind of cute in your own little rat faced dinosaur ways.
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