The old joke has it the that when a bug hits your windshield, the last thing to go through its mind is its butt.
Well, the last thing to go though one bug’s mind as it realized it was about to die on my windshield must have been, “Unlike all the others before me, who died and were immediately forgotten, I want to be remembered for something. So, I am going to arrange part of my guts on the glass in such a way that the driver thinks there’s a crack in his windshield. Yeah, that’ll really ma...”
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