Oct 12, 2002 23:18
I was covered in paste from working on a model for fusion. After I spent two hours in the shower picking said material, I get in my car and go to pick up some food (muffins, tea, green grapes, & candy corn) and some menial prick splashes me with a puddle as he speeds away in his volvo. Naturally, I get in my car and follow him. He tries to lose me but I'm in a mustang, he's in a volvo for Christ's sake. He drove into the ghetto and I am not bringing myself down to the level of those LSDing peasants. So, I will get him some day. Most likely with my 357 and a twisted smile. Then I will sell his body parts on the Black Market to blind children.
Nothing is more depressing, by the way, than one stupid review that reads, "Kewl. Ginny is a little mental/2$k23j4brilliant." It's sad really.