Yeah, I hate when that happens. Do they try to slow you down by throwing radioactive cows at you too?
I thought this happened to me once, but it later turned out to be some Chilean border guards with a sense of humor and a drum of KY.
Sometimes they just want to chat over a warm cup of interstellar tea and give us the blueprints of incredible technology. Sometimes they want to ram strange metals deep into our colons... and the worst part is you never know which until your legs are in stirrups.
LBB - I would if I didn't think it would mean that I'd find myself being visited by "men-in-black".ithiel - I'm not sure what they were throwing at me, but it was like jell-o wrestling, but without the frivolity or naked chicks.lance - For the last time: Brockton is not Chile.latigo - Ain't that the truth. Word.
Lance made me spit coffee.
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