a veritable vegetable medley of synaptic flatulence from my overstimulated neocortex to yours. plug your nose if you must, even cover your eyes and ears. but it's too late; i have assumed control of your mind. i can make you visualize your mom naked. i can put an annoying lionel ritchie song in your head, just like that. see?
posted by brioSphere at 1:23 PM
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I'm a very confident person; I get my confidence from the fact that I'm always wearing clean underwear, In case I end up in the hospital or something. Also, all those things that were supposedly going to go on my Permanent Record(TM) seem to have been deleted due to some clerical error, or else expunged via some amnesty program I wasn't aware of. Anyway, these days I'm spending inordinate amounts of time using the Bible Code(TM) to predict events that have already happened, while concurrently working on a method to make dispersing large quantities of Silly String(TM) via low-flying crop-duster economically feasible.
