This morning my roomate decided to go to Iowa, so to Iowa we go. 
Everything I touch turns to gold, then dies. Why?
Heavy drinking is a cheap version of time traveling. I start Friday night and the next thing I know I am watching the Bears game on Sunday. Sometimes the time machine gets fucked up and I arrive on Sunday with burses or another girlfriend. Damn you busted whiskey time machine, you will be the end of me.
sweetavenue:
Heh. That last comment was a good one, however I'm trying to stop myself from posting in that Christian thread anymore. 