My running inner dialogue while commuting this morning: OMG ITS FRIDAY! The music is not loud enough to drown out my sorrow. Dead raccoon. DUDE, YOURE DRIVING A PORSCHE! GO FASTER! arrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Oh, he looks like Harrison Ford. Ill let his slow driving pass, because Han Solo. This would take much less time if I had the Millenium Falcon. ♫ YOURE A SPINELESS PALE PATHETIC LOT... herrm.... ILL MAKE A MAN OUTTA YOU! ♪ Dead raccoon. I wonder if this car will do 140 like it says... The skys awake! So Im awake! Oh em gee, people cannot drive. Get the heck outta my way! This is where a car with missiles would be nice. Dead racoon. ♪ So bring me two piña coladas, one for each hand... Damnit now I want a drink. I do have beer & rum in the trunk. No. Dead raccoon! What is this raccoon seppuku? Screw it, Im driving to Mexico. BUT ITS FRIDAY!
Posted on: Fri, 02 May 2014 16:46:45 +0000