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Oct. 14th, 2003 06:35 pmMy car is absolutely, positively the devil incarnate, I swear. I don't know why he'd want to be a beaten-up 1990 Corsica, but I'm sure it has to do with taking over the planet through an incredible amount of subtlety.
He's doing that chugging thing, which is annoying any way you look at it, but it generally precedes an embarrassing death scene only slightly less stupid than when Shelley Winters bit it in "The Poseidon Adventure". There's a damn good reason his official name is Paco the Corsican Pimp -- Paco is what my brother named him, Corsican because he's ... well, a Corsica, and Pimp because he likes to screw with me and take all my money.
And have I mentioned how badly the concepts "Tarzan" and "underwear model" are now tied together in my mind?
alchemywizardry just made
wenchamok a Tarzan wallpaper and all I could think when I saw it was, "If monkeys have underwear models, they must think that guy is really committed."
(Don't mind me ... I just woke up after a nap. Scariest damn thing in the world, that. I could have sworn on a stack of my favorite fantasy novels that it was six in the morning tomorrow, and followed up that stunning display of stupidity by thinking the worst thing I could possibly have thought if I had woken up tomorrow at six, which was, "Wheeeeeeee! Lookie me! I'm sleepin' in!" My alarm clock should feel extremely grateful I didn't strangle it right then and there. It wouldn't have done any damage, but I would have felt a hell of a lot better.)
He's doing that chugging thing, which is annoying any way you look at it, but it generally precedes an embarrassing death scene only slightly less stupid than when Shelley Winters bit it in "The Poseidon Adventure". There's a damn good reason his official name is Paco the Corsican Pimp -- Paco is what my brother named him, Corsican because he's ... well, a Corsica, and Pimp because he likes to screw with me and take all my money.
And have I mentioned how badly the concepts "Tarzan" and "underwear model" are now tied together in my mind?
(Don't mind me ... I just woke up after a nap. Scariest damn thing in the world, that. I could have sworn on a stack of my favorite fantasy novels that it was six in the morning tomorrow, and followed up that stunning display of stupidity by thinking the worst thing I could possibly have thought if I had woken up tomorrow at six, which was, "Wheeeeeeee! Lookie me! I'm sleepin' in!" My alarm clock should feel extremely grateful I didn't strangle it right then and there. It wouldn't have done any damage, but I would have felt a hell of a lot better.)