Feb 10, 2007 18:54
So I've decided what I'm going to do this summer. I'm going to buy a bus and turn it into a moving muffin restaurant slash brothel. It'll be called Hot Muffins on the Go, which is ambiguous enough to work for both businesses. It's perfect, because everyone loves eating piping hot muffins while in motion and also everyone loves prostitutes. Get it? Their vaginas, like the muffins, are warm.
Here's the kind of thing that pisses me off about Duke. Today, my checking account over-drafted because the fucking Chorale just cashed a check I wrote in September. That's so unprofessional, but I'm sure they just figured it was fine, because everyone has plenty of money! Yay! Well guess what, some people actually pay for themselves out of a checking account that Daddy doesn't put money into and don't always have so much extra money that it doesn't matter if a check comes through five fucking months late! Jeezis!
I never understood Honey I Shrunk the Kids. There's a scene in which Nicky whips out his calculator and determines that, at their current height, the yard is equivalent to 3.2 miles. Then why does it take them 24 hours to get home? Christ, I realize they have a few setbacks, such as falling into a mud puddle, but shouldn't it take them more like one hour?