24
May 2002
I got inspected at the airport today! It wasn't a very good inspection, though. I was going to pick up my friend Donna, and this guy stopped me at the entrance to the parking garage. "Sir, do you mind if I inspect your vehicle?" Uh, no. Do I really have a choice, though? If I'd said no would they have waved me through and made a note? Red Eclipse refuses inspection - keep eye on. So I said yes and they asked me to step around to the back of the car. Dude opened the truck, gave it a cursory look and immediately sent me on my way. Apparently dirty gym clothes and a kite aren't considered tools of terrorism. Quick Donna Story: One time I was at her house for a party. Drunk, I made a picture of two really old guys blowing each other the wallpaper on her computer monitor - which was placed in a fairly high-traffic area. I was giggling about this. "What?" some chick asked. "Porn," I laughed, "on Donna's computer." "I've seen porn before," chick said. "Not like this," I assured her. And I was right: she'd never seen anything quite like that before. |
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