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...You start thinking in macros.
This morning, I was driving to the mechanic (after 2 hours sleep, woohoo) and I was behind one of these Red Bull promotion cars. Completely unbidden, I had this mental image of it stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, with a caption (Impact, of course, with a black outline): Where's your wings NOW, motherfucker?
I blame it on the lack of sleep >.>
This morning, I was driving to the mechanic (after 2 hours sleep, woohoo) and I was behind one of these Red Bull promotion cars. Completely unbidden, I had this mental image of it stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, with a caption (Impact, of course, with a black outline): Where's your wings NOW, motherfucker?
I blame it on the lack of sleep >.>
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Date: 2007-12-11 03:22 pm (UTC)I am so glad I was not drinking my morning caffeine when I read this.
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Date: 2007-12-13 09:22 pm (UTC)Last night I was working and this really old guy was making no effort to hide where he was staring and all I could think was "creepy old man iz creepy."
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Date: 2007-12-15 06:18 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, I often think in macros. Do you suppose it's some kind of brain-cell-eating disease?