So I asked the Magic Eight Ball some questions and it turns out I'm going to fly to Mars on a green unicorn. It didn't say anything about getting back. I'd assume it would be be Greyhound bus or something but my luck they won't have bus lines on flippin' Mars so I'll be pretty well screwed. I mean, sure, maybe I can ask the green unicorn to bring me back but you know those guys only go one way. That's why nobody ever sees a unicorn, it takes them forever to make a circle.
At least I'll be able to tell everybody I went to Mars. That'll be pretty grand. I mean, have you ever been to Mars? No, you haven't. So that means I'm better than you. I also have very nice hair.
I don't really think I'm better than you. But I do have good hair.
Magic Eight Balls are awesome because they don't mind supporting your delusions. They just roll around and give you a random statement and you can believe whatever you want. So I want to believe I'm going to Mars. Then I'm going to have three way butt sex with Jessica Biel and Jessica Alba. Because the Magic Eight Ball said so and if it said so it must be true.
Not to mention the green unicorn. It has to be green, I have very specific fantasies.
I need to quit messing around on this blog today and get something done.
Everybody have a grand Thanksgiving! I'll be back Saturday. *nods*
Be excellent.
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