Dec 20, 2003 21:10
I: driving in holiday traffic, no more. I will fly from now on. My Grand Marqius is fitted to fly. I modded the hub caps so that thus they fold under vehicle of distruction and initiate the maglev hyper-capacitor and thruster. An Athlon 64 mod chip distributes precision instructions concerning electron dispersal amongst my quad-hyperdrive maglev motors. The effect on passers-by is a marvel of genius invention. The heat generated incinerates them. The side-effect is a mammoth personal ego and pride.
So I look forward meeting a young vixen with roots in Frederick parts. She'll have to deal with my Spanish accent and swarthy looks--should be no problemo, friends. Heavens to Betsy!! whart if... she ... IZ ... Roman Catholic? I'll have to perform an exorcism on her. Hey, I like pea soup. Maybe she'll perform an exorcism on me. I don't know what the results would show. Have I been living the vida loca? Maybe I should take the Online Skills Challenge and find out. I would puke el yogur vanilla all over her dinner plate. "Looks Yum!"
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Okay. Where was I? Hmm... Wouldn't you like to know? Well, if you must, I just downed a handle of imaginary Vodka. It ruled! It just like drinking water without the hydration part. I woke up with a headache this morning, so I'm takin' her easy today. Wish me well in all my endeavors, pubublease. Danke.