10 April 2004


I have the hiccups.

Oh, and we went to the New York International Auto Show. So, um, who wants to loan me $300,000? I need a Maserati. It's vitally important.

Apparently cars can jump. All it takes is some hydraulics and too much time.

There weren't nearly enough zombies at the show. Ideally, a large public event would have many zombies running around, and perhaps even guarding various food-consumption areas. But alas, there were only three, two of which were just lying there rotting.

The perfect name has been determined: first name Gila, middle name Monster.

Microwaves work because of the little elves running around inside with heating irons.

The enD.

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