Here it is, Friday afternoon/evening. Nothing special occurring in my life. Just the typical dog days of summer. Then...
WHAM!!
I wonder what the space-time continuum is shaped like?
Then I got all dimensional:
Followed by lyrical:
I know. Other folks are thinking about tonight's date. The Olympics. How many beers they must consume before the abyss takes control of their brain and body.
I guess I am different.
We heard from Paris.
Now it's Britney's turn. Lets just say she isn't quite as eloquent.
How is a guy to make a dishonest living with all those "goodie two shoes" interferring?