Quit yawning. We all went to sleep around midnight last night.
Or something like that.
Today I'm in the library, then Gothic Novel, then back in the library for Postcolonialism. Damn Soyinka papers and their perpetual revisions... ==+ Ah well, I'm sure that Paper #2 shall go more smoothly. Now once I get a firmer grasp on this project on the
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If his windows are open, it would suck if some random person were to dump a can of creamed corn on his driver seat.
Never slash tires. This happened to my mom once: someone decided to jam spitballs in the inflation stems of two of her tires. As the spitballs dried, the air leaked out slowly over a few days. Nothing like getting two flat tires several days later.
I also heard a radio story today about a guy who's in big trouble after getting caught turning cars into stinkbombs by pouring some vile liquid into their air intake vents. Apparently the repairs were so costly, the insurance companies were writing them off as total losses. But I think that enters the realm of felony.
You did NOT hear any of this from me, and none are worded as suggestions. Just food for thought.
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