Monday, February 26, 2007
I'm Gonna Make Millions...
I was going to write something serious today, and then I realized I didn't feel like being serious.
So, Rambo was playing with this box and he got stuck in it. Then he was kind enough to sit and let me take a couple pictures of him. He doesn't even look annoyed. He looks quite comfortable. We are going to make millions with this new fashion discovery. I was feeling so inspired I came up with a great name for this new fashion: 'Box Fashion Awesomeness.'
I know, I know, it's pure genius...
In celebration lets smoke tons of opium and dream of magical tooth mice playing guitars and singing about how the meaning of life is getting to sit on top of a moving car and eating a pancake with blueberries and drinking an orange mocha frappucino all the while being chased by the Russian mafia who are trying to gun you down for your pancake and pancreas. They are shooting at you with rocket launchers and also throw into this chase a couple of Apache helicopters that are gunning for you with their double-mounted machine guns firing hundreds of rounds per second of 8mm bullets.
I know what you're wondering. Who the hell is driving the car you are sitting on top of and is there any syrup on the pancake? The answers are a termite and yes.
I have no clue what I just wrote.