Are you feeling a vast yet surreal sort of existential confusion?
Would you like all the fun of illicit narcotics use without the lengthy prison sentences? It is like falling into a black hole, only kind.
Or would you just like to play some old-school Oregon Trail until you spray a fountain of vomit across your own face?
I am the Cat of the Futiture.
Posted by aloysius at May 16, 2003 09:42 PM |