No matter how terrifying things get you can always tell yourself, "This would make an awesome movie. I bet you they'll get someone awesome to play me."
I like this.
I want to be played by Johnny Depp or Health Ledger. So during the sex scenes it will look more like what my wife is imagining.
Yes, I know he's dead.
Her pet name for my anatomy is Uncle Fester.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on March 30, 2010, 02:43:22 AM
Her pet name for my anatomy is Uncle Fester.
Better the baldy then cousin IT.
Very true.
Or "Thing"...wait, that wouldn't work.
Quote from: Jenne on March 30, 2010, 04:45:23 AM
Or "Thing"...wait, that wouldn't work.
:lulz: bonk!
I once heard of a guy who had had a bit too much pot, and was thinking upon the ramification of the whole infinite-possible-universes thing. If there were infinite possible universes, he thought, then surely there must exist several universes in which the events of his life were watched as Prime Time TV. Right there and then, he swore to himself that he would strive to get the best ratings possible.
IIRC, he was last seen wandering drunkenly through the streets of Sweden, playing an accordion with his pet monkey on his shoulder.
I'll have to remember that next time I hear someone talking about how pot is a purely bad influence.