Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I've decided that I no longer wish to think. I just want to sit my fatass in a big fat gilded Roman throne and take one bite out of a turkey leg and throw it back over my shoulder before reaching for the next one...and when my subjects are brought before me, I wish to give them a quick once-over, before simply announcing (with no explanation needed beyond just my unquestionable judgment):
"ON TRACK!" or "OFF TRACK!"