Lots of shit blows up
It's amazing how many people I can run into in this world who think that it's just one helluva swell idea to drink mimosas and watch Saved by the Bell DVDs. Brunch tomorrow is gonna rock.
I'm currently at work. Getting paid $150 for 7 hours of work, plus free pizza for my lunch. I've also eaten more Fig Newtons (estimated number of Newtons consumed since my job began on Oct. 23: 200). I've also eaten some Peanut Butter M & Ms because those shits rock my cock.
So 20 years ago the Challenger exploded. I was in Guam when that happened, so I don't know if I cared less then or now.
Also, is there a point when extreme tragedy just becomes funny? Talking with the heartless, soul-less body frames of Eric Galloway and Andy Mac, I think there is. It would be when 7 adopted children explode in a car that then rams into more children exiting a school bus and then when the 7 dead children's grandfather learns of their explosion, he collapses and dies of a heart attack. Oh, and then make all of that happen just outside of my college hometown of Gainesville. Does that really happen? I feel like you could lock Edgar Allen Poe and Stephen King in a hotel room with a bottle of whiskey on a Saturday night and they wouldn't come up with a more ridiculous scenerio.
Back to work. Or at least to the Newtons.
I'm currently at work. Getting paid $150 for 7 hours of work, plus free pizza for my lunch. I've also eaten more Fig Newtons (estimated number of Newtons consumed since my job began on Oct. 23: 200). I've also eaten some Peanut Butter M & Ms because those shits rock my cock.
So 20 years ago the Challenger exploded. I was in Guam when that happened, so I don't know if I cared less then or now.
Also, is there a point when extreme tragedy just becomes funny? Talking with the heartless, soul-less body frames of Eric Galloway and Andy Mac, I think there is. It would be when 7 adopted children explode in a car that then rams into more children exiting a school bus and then when the 7 dead children's grandfather learns of their explosion, he collapses and dies of a heart attack. Oh, and then make all of that happen just outside of my college hometown of Gainesville. Does that really happen? I feel like you could lock Edgar Allen Poe and Stephen King in a hotel room with a bottle of whiskey on a Saturday night and they wouldn't come up with a more ridiculous scenerio.
Back to work. Or at least to the Newtons.