January 14th, 2005

  • roybot

Sigh

Has the 8-ball ever told you "don't count on it"?

That's what it told me. It was one of those days, where even the ol' 8-ball couldn't quell my annoyance of the other commuters smooshed around me.

I owned a fucking Superheromobile, but here I was, taking the T like a schmuck, because it was in the shop.

At least my iPod could drown out the sounds of the elderly being smacked around by bumps.

An inscrutably irritating, yet somehow dulling time later, I disembarked at Porkhat 28's closest T stop.

A mere three hours later, we had made it up the nearby hill, and were carefully camoflaged in the equipment on a playground.

Cupcake man would not be free any longer!

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

Funt k hi

meloogi

Luuucy, you have some spai- make you an offer you can't ref- vista, baby.

I CALL THAT MENTAL CHANNEL SURFING!

Now you try.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker