Jun 08, 2009 01:06
If we are in a City where people are turned into the opposite sex and wild animals, and where conservative individuals suddenly become serious sexual deviants, shouldn't a magical meteor shower equal magical wishing stars? You know, if the words of Jiminy Cricket, if you wish upon a star...
I was sorely disappointed that a posher, pot of gold, a year supply of junk food and booze, and a pack of new Fruit of the Loom underwear (briefs, not man panties) were not in front of my door in the morning.