I'm thinking of going to Dairy Queen. But I don't feel like explaining what I want to the people there.
I want a blizzard with just hot fudge in it. Take the blizzard and add a ****load of hot fudge and then mix it up. It's not difficult.
But it's not on the menu, so I always have to ask for the manager so the order can be explained yet again.
The manager always gets it, though.
There is another Dairy Queen a bit further away with a cute chick behind the counter who gets a blizzard the same way as me, but it's not worth the drive.
It's ALWAYS worth the drive. Well, maybe not always, but close to it.
I didn't end up going. I watched a movie instead.
I remembered that my gas light is on and I'd need to fuel up.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'
Somehow I'm getting myspace newsletters despite having never signed up for it.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'
I didn't have anything much to do today after I got back from a miniature modeling convention, so I translated a poem I read recently into Morse. By hand.