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Whenever
I'm bored, I just find a Star Track geek convention
and go there and say I'm selling collectable Captain
Kirk plates from my van. Then when the freaks
like Richard Foley follow me out to my van, I
break a lamp over their ugly face, take their
wallet, and dump their bodies into a trash can
where some homeless wino will find them and use
them as a roof next time it rains. They're better
off that way, trust me.
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