I was driving down my street the other day. A clump of green lay in the oncoming traffic lane. I thought, " I wonder what plant that is?" I could see it wasn't a tree branch and there weren't any bushes nearby. Hmm. The closer I got, the clearer it became... Mistletoe. That wonderful old symbol of peacemaking. We don't use mistletoe for peacemaking any more. It's for romance. It's for having someone to kiss.
I swerved and slammed on the breaks, smooshing that mistletoe into green slime, ground into the road. No one's standing under that one for kisses.
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