When I was in San Antonio this weekend, I rented a Porsche 911 at Alamo Rent A Car and the agent’s name was Lusitania.
Ironically, I was visiting my nephew Dresden who was born on Valentine’s Day and fortunately was not named after the Bombing of Dresden in WWII which coincidentally occurred in 1945 between February 13th and the 15th. I want to make him feel comfortable so I’m going to adopt some twins and name them Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
After thought: If you place quotation marks around the word ironic, would that be the equivalent of a double negative?
Not sure when I’ll be able to post again. The holoscreen said something about Thundera being unstable and that the planet is about to explode or some shit. WTF??! This sucks! I finally have a hot date this weekend. Awesome. The one shot I had to score and the universe decides to blow up my planet. I’ll be the only Thunderian who dies as a virgin. Jaga told us to pack tonight and that we are leaving at oh-dark thirty. I really hope we leave that stupidass, golden-boy Lion-O. What a queer! I honestly feel that he’s gay. I mean…nothing against gay people. I mean…I like Tygra and everything (although he hasn’t officially come out of the closet…we all know it). Back to Lion-O, the reason I think he’s gay is because he’s always trying to wrestle. It just gets weird sometime. Not to mention the way he stares me down when we have to shower together at school. Maybe I’m just reading into it too much or maybe he’s just envious of my package. It’s not my fault that he’s older and less endowed. He looks like he just got neutered. Anyways…I gotta log off. I don’t want to get yelled at by Ole Jaga-nut tomorrow morning.
