Lemmings Visit Eiffel Tower

comic about lemmings visit Eiffel Tower

Lemmings Visit Eiffel Tower

I would love to be a lemming. It has always been my dream, actually my obsession, to go through life never having to make a decision. Wouldn't that be great? And isn't that what it's like for lemmings? Except of course for the first guy in line. I'm not sure how they decide who's first in line. Does someone volunteer? Do they vote on it? Draw straws? I suppose it really doesn't matter. Somehow one of them ends up in front and the others follow. You just get in line and go wherever the person, or in this case, the lemming ahead of you goes. But wait, you're saying, surely lemmings have to make a lot decisions in their lives before they ever get in that line to go over the cliff. Do they? How do we know? Have you ever actually seen a lemming in person? No, I didn't think so. And have you ever seen any depiction of them when they weren't in a line going over a cliff? Of course not. That's because that IS their whole life! That's what I'm talking about! That's the absolute simple beauty of it! You get up in the morning and think, what should I do today? Where should I go? Who do I see? No worries, mate, just follow the butt in front of you and you'll get where you're going. And how will I know when I get there? Oh, you'll know. You'll know.