The best things in life are free.
The best things in life are deep-fried.
The best things in life are bacon.
The best things in life are free, deep-fried bacon.
When exactly is Rex Manning Day?
I have uncovered a mystery. Regardless of the color of my clothing, my navel lint is always blue. White shirt, blue lint. Black shirt, blue lint. I can draw no other conclusion but that my navel is in fact a quantum white hole vomiting matter into our universe, with its counterpart black hole being located on or near the production line of an alternate-universe textile factory. In the morning I shall write to Professor Liedenbrock about organizing an expedition to unravel this mystery.
Am beginning to suspect that the cat is in fact the reincarnation of a serial killer. Her violent and seemingly murderous tendencies can have no other explanation. Will have to do something fast – she’s nearly destroyed everything, and I’m running out of ways to handle the dead joggers she leaves as gifts for us each morning.
Construction of the nuclear powered subatomic cheese laser is nearing completion. Need more plutonium. Have a meeting scheduled with the Libyans in the mall parking lot in the morning.
Had the balloon animal dream again.
Posted a bunch of random BS to my blog today after staying up all night playing Spyro and drinking coffee. I should probably try harder for the next post.