Damn it. . . I was supposed to return my loaner laptop to fry's today and pick up my beast. . . unfortunately, I left the loaner in it's box at home, so AFTER I go to the halloween store, I get to fight traffic home, pick up the laptop and fight traffic back to fry's this is going to add an extra hour to the shit I have to do tonight before I can go flyer the Sisters of Mercy concert.
Santa Steps Out by Rovert Deveraux
FUCK MY MIND FUCK MY MIND. . .
Brilliance. . . well I don't know about that, fucking hillarious? Undoubtedly, strangely erotic? You better believe it, am I getting odd looks from my coworker's as I try to choke down my laughter, yes (Come on the Image of a 300 Lb easter bunny, chittering and dripping like some wonderlandian creature apprearing from invisibility from between the thighs of a girl high on acid shortly after her lover ha finnished round one. . . becuase the easter bunny lost his concentration due to impending orgasm, is too much to handle with out lauging. . .
Ever wonder where the Tooth fairy gets the coins she left under your pillows? Hah, are you sure you want to. . .