I, too, had a dream, Sac.
I dreamed I would have gigantic hair, work in a giant corporation in Manhattan, and have brilliant businessish ideas. One day, my boss would break her foot while skiing and ask me to take over temorarily. I would meet this sexy ass guy, team up with him, screw over my boss in more ways than one, then a boardroom full of men would clap for me, and then I'd be filthy rich and get the sexy ass man, too.
All I accomplished was large hair in the late 80's and early 90's.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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