I like chocolate. I'm destined to be sent to a re-education camp. Kids creep me out because of their jam-hands. I have made plans on how to survive a zombie apocalypse while still being surrounded by Root Beer. Sometimes if I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough I can float.
I am with California, if for no other reason than that it will smell better.
ReplyDeleteNow if we could get a tax on bad movies getting sequels the state would really be on to something.
Dude, that's the state run by the Governator, that tax is (in horrible Austrian knock-off accent) "Dead on arrrival."
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