Say it ain't so!
On my way home, I heard a very disturbing thing on an ad for Six Flags over Tejas. I hoped I was simply a bit faint from hunger, causing auditory hallucinations.
No such luck.
Apparently there is a kids' ride called - I shit you negative - The Batwing.
My ickle pea brain was immediately inundated with images of budrospadre (grinning maniacally, of course), and frightened screams of children everywhere.
Why do I picture nostradomnatrix laughing until a little pee comes out? Oh, that's right... because she's a good friend and wouldn't want me to be the only one who's pee-enhanced.
In other news, I actually remembered a snippet of a dream this morning. Why my brain would want me to remember a very loving, intense relationship with John Stamos, though, is beyond me.
No such luck.
Apparently there is a kids' ride called - I shit you negative - The Batwing.
My ickle pea brain was immediately inundated with images of budrospadre (grinning maniacally, of course), and frightened screams of children everywhere.
Why do I picture nostradomnatrix laughing until a little pee comes out? Oh, that's right... because she's a good friend and wouldn't want me to be the only one who's pee-enhanced.
In other news, I actually remembered a snippet of a dream this morning. Why my brain would want me to remember a very loving, intense relationship with John Stamos, though, is beyond me.