George? Mitchell?
Why am I not in the house? And how the hell am I typing on the net? I shouldn't be able to type on the net, that makes no sense at all.
I can't drink tea, but I can type on the net.
Right.
A time... a time is coming... Well fuck me. Seriously, you guys? Need to lighten up. What happens on the little magic screen in your living room really doesn't have much bearing on you unless you let it. |