Get out the gun, Zombie Lincoln is a-comin.
Have you seen those Snickers fun-size candy bar bags with the Star Wars tie-in? Each little candy bar has a trivia question on it, with a little white answer slot. The answer glows in the dark.
The first question was something about Dooku, but the second question made me livid. Who is R2D2's master? it asked. I wanted to scream at the candy bar: You dare ask me this bullshit?!I am his master! Me! Meeeeeeeeee!"
But then I would have been ejected from the bus.
. . .
What the hell is up with foul play? Is there a more understated term in the law? Whenever I read some news report where police suspect foul play, I imagine two adults fighting over a lolly pop, until one of them pulls out a sawn off shotgun and shoots the other's jaw bone across the room.
The first question was something about Dooku, but the second question made me livid. Who is R2D2's master? it asked. I wanted to scream at the candy bar: You dare ask me this bullshit?!I am his master! Me! Meeeeeeeeee!"
But then I would have been ejected from the bus.
. . .
What the hell is up with foul play? Is there a more understated term in the law? Whenever I read some news report where police suspect foul play, I imagine two adults fighting over a lolly pop, until one of them pulls out a sawn off shotgun and shoots the other's jaw bone across the room.
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