| Teenage Wasteland ( @ 2005-03-28 20:45:00 |
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"Okay, so ten out of ten for style, but minus several million for good thinking, yeah?"
OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
I want to MARRY Chapter 9.
CHAPTER FUCKING 9 OWNS MY FUCKING SOUL FOR REAL.
A FUCKING SPACE SHIP.... powered by Improbability.
IMPROBA-FUCKING-BILITY.
The only other person in this house who finds that as awesome as I did... is my dad.
EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST...???
Who has never heard of the infinite monkeys typing Hamlet? COME ON PEOPLE!
Someone please tell me you have read this book and thuroughly love it as much as I do even though I'm not even half finished.............?
"Therefore we must be mad."
"Nice day for it."
"Yes," said a passing maniac.
"Who was that?" asked Arthur.
"Who-the man with the five heads and the elderberry bush full of kippers?"
"Yes."
"I don't know. Just someone."
"Ah."
*mind explodes*