Thursday, November 1, 2007

Jimi Hendrix, deceased: drugs. Janis Joplin, deceased: alcohol. Mama Cass, deceased: ham sandwich.

I died last night, just like I thought I would. Ok, ok. I'm not dead. Michael Myers showed up at the movie, just as I suspected. He took mercy on me and only cut off one of my hands. Lucky for you, I'm a lefty. Otherwise I would not be able to type this.

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