I imagine that earthworms must have an awfully hard time socializing. Unlike your average fish, which may live underwater but at least enjoys murky visibility, earthworms – live under the freakin’ earth!!

What can it possibly be like, burrowing around in bottom-soil all day and night? Are there earthworm bars where the little beggars somehow hook up, and pitch pickup lines at each other?

“Hey baby, crawl here often?”

“Oh, I’m sorry – I thought I WAS talking to your head…You know, having eyeballs might be helpful…heh heh heh…”

“I’d crawl on my belly just to get a single sniff of your mulch cologne – OK, so technically all I CAN do is crawl on my belly – what’s your point?”

Cell phone coverage must be a problem underground as well. If I were reincarnated as an earthworm, I’d have a hell of a time trying to get through a day without my Blackberry.

Hmm. Crazy topic, but I seem to have wormed my way out of finding a blog topic this morning, at least…

Chow for now!!