While walking down the street, I got asked by a man carrying a sledgehammer for directions for the nearest liquor store.
... what does it say about me that I'm more confused by the fact that he's asking for a liquor store than the fact that he's carrying a large sledgehammer?
... I'll stick to the machete, thanks. ^^;;
-Biological Mother's favourite form of Birth Control: A Rusty Machete. For the guy.
And people wonder why I dont' talk to her. o_O
... what does it say about me that I'm more confused by the fact that he's asking for a liquor store than the fact that he's carrying a large sledgehammer?
... I'll stick to the machete, thanks. ^^;;
-Biological Mother's favourite form of Birth Control: A Rusty Machete. For the guy.
And people wonder why I dont' talk to her. o_O
::wide-eyed stare::
Date: 2004-05-08 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-09 05:00 am (UTC)...
"ALRIGHT! DROP THE GUN AND THE FLOWER POT! NOW MISSY!"
-_-;;;; That did pop into my head, for the record.
Am not too surprised at the Chicken McNuggets result you got tho... :p
Whoa.
Date: 2004-05-10 09:12 am (UTC)