Friday, January 08, 2010

Running Late

It's already the 8th day of the future so I've got to make this quick.

It's the 8th day of the future. The year: Twenty Ten. Some would say "two thousand ten". Others will try to get away with "oh ten". But they're both wrong. In fact, it's a dead giveaway that they've been..."contaminated". But I've already said too much.

Here's a picture of someone who's been "contaminated":

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About Me, Not You

I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.