Saturday, November 20, 2010
Not even the New World ADAMS Family can keep me from post-it noting nothing of importuning, my brother.
Uncle Fester would make a great agent of infiltration, just a past-his-prime old school goth hangin' out with the emo kids, settin' 'em straight, dig it, hep cats.
Know what's a conspiracy? Not the feds with their back-of-X-Men #177 Spy-O-Matic gadgets or their And-Arbeit-Macht-Three, but the truest black helicopter branch of the Bilderbergian Inner Earth Trilateral Illuminati, the *whispers* United States Postal Service*/whispers* who has yet to deliver my replacement USB cord.
I am so taking a shitload of pictures of federal buildings and posting them all over the internets, go on, arrest me, see who you'll get to open the library in a prompt & efficient manner then, victory for the little guy, motherfuckers.