u need to write this shit down and send it to someone, im sure tig would watch it, and trip would IMBD it

:lol:

Michael bay would direct it and fuck it all up with explosions and a lackof tits

almost time to go back to sleep. kinda hope i see the cheerleader again. a sure thing that was ;)

the good ones never come back for me.

Nope. This one didn't either. The one I got was such a twisted up mess I couldn't start to describe it fully. Started off with a buddy cop kinda thing which I guess was supposed to be a flashback. I remember going through some giant mall and finding a gullows wind up plane for sale cheap and wanting to paint it orange and silver. At the food court I was waiting for some friends whose faces I couldn't see and it was inexplicably raining from the ceiling. It shifted again to a motogp race in the future where the track was set in the middle of a giant decaying industrial complex, the only riders I saw were rossi and bautista, except bautista was really sacha baron cohen. Outside the gates there was a war going on, the us army was taking on a race of giant mechanical bugs who were hilariously inept at fighting. Still, lots of stray rounds were crashing all over. I remember I was there to steal something, and a subplot with protein suppliments, monster trucks, and a serial killer who cuts all of his victims hair off with old rusty sissors. There was more but it was too much effort to remember that much :lol:

Riding durrrrty.....

just postwhoring through..

Fixed the toilet and now giving it a test run.

today, i really hated my job.