he said, right before he popped open his parachute and gently sailed over our heads, past the platform, and inta the lava. Again.
Could be worse, bro. I could be bloggin' about last Thursday's incident what involved a seventy-year old nun, two bottles of cheap tequilla, a piranhamoose with the words "plazmoid rulz!" spray painted on its side, and a certains laserchicken wearin' chainmail stockings. But I ain't gonna, 'cause that were personals.