if anyone has access to a camera and editing equipment, we should be making tv shows... seriously
I got my walk-behind stuck on so much stuff today. Okay, mostly just gravestones.
And by walk-behind I mean my Japanese wife.
And by gravestones I mean that if I made ecstacy I'd cut it with adderall, pcp, and sildenafil citrate, color it black, mix in a little bit of stevia for sweetness, shape it like a gravestone, stamp that little skull with wings into it, and give it out as Halloween candy.
So many of the good ideas I have during the day are totally lost because they inspire fantasies that end other places, and I forget where they began. As good ideas. But what those good ideas were I have no idea.
You'd probably be surprised how many of the other places the fantasies end in involve me winning an Oscar and, during my speech, calling Peter Jackson a "scumhole".
Often when I see a store with a sign on the front that's actually a bunch of big seperate letters I contemplate stealing them and rearranging them elsewhere, but never has the temptation been so strong as today when I noticed that you could use "Shaw's" to write "my ass" somewhere. Spectacular.
It'd be fun to start a hair place called "Hair Genocide" and shave all of your customers bald. Your motto could be: "Hair Genocide: We'll shave you bald!"
Were you expecting something clever? Don't overestimate me.
My, what big lips you have, Jim.
All the better to kiss you with, my dear.
And by walk-behind I mean my Japanese wife.
And by gravestones I mean that if I made ecstacy I'd cut it with adderall, pcp, and sildenafil citrate, color it black, mix in a little bit of stevia for sweetness, shape it like a gravestone, stamp that little skull with wings into it, and give it out as Halloween candy.
So many of the good ideas I have during the day are totally lost because they inspire fantasies that end other places, and I forget where they began. As good ideas. But what those good ideas were I have no idea.
You'd probably be surprised how many of the other places the fantasies end in involve me winning an Oscar and, during my speech, calling Peter Jackson a "scumhole".
Often when I see a store with a sign on the front that's actually a bunch of big seperate letters I contemplate stealing them and rearranging them elsewhere, but never has the temptation been so strong as today when I noticed that you could use "Shaw's" to write "my ass" somewhere. Spectacular.
It'd be fun to start a hair place called "Hair Genocide" and shave all of your customers bald. Your motto could be: "Hair Genocide: We'll shave you bald!"
Were you expecting something clever? Don't overestimate me.
My, what big lips you have, Jim.
All the better to kiss you with, my dear.