(driving an insanely complicated and expensive system on a totally unfamiliar planet where there is no reasonable expectation you would be able to tell the difference between a rock and the grand unified theory of everything written in glow-paint across Dita Von Teese’s boobs while she sang “Camptown Races” with a sparkler sticking out of her ass)I mean, this is freakin' comedy gold, ladies and gentlemen. Go on over here and read his take on Pocohontas in Space. And enjoy the mental pictures...
Then read Lab-rat's take on it.
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