eyeballkid

So, about that dead body. Like I already told Stacie, when he, a trucker, died outside my office he crashed into a dumpster, which was the only thing between him and me. When he died, from a heart attack, he slumped over, knocking the truck out of gear, which is in itself, the only thing that stopped him from crashing his semi into my office and killing me. I just found this out today. Unnerving, no? I'm fine now though, after a night of hard drinking.

I just passed by a sign that read, "honk if you love silence" I laughed so hard i nearly crashed myself. I'm easily amused. I'm cooking up a new story. Here's the premise.

Two brothers, one a preacher, one a professor, vow to end thier incesscent battle of Faith versus Reason by visiting a local so-called haunted house. What they find proves and dismisses both thier arguments and also proves to scare the sweet hell out of both of them. What do they find? HA! Can't tell ya, but it's good. Okay, so admitedly the story sounds kinda weak, but the zinger is in thier findings. It's really gonna be a terribly sad story. Oh, yes, and scary. Oh, boy, I'm rambling.

My brother's on his way over to watch 'Man of the Century' and get trashed. I love that movie. Much praise to Alisa for becoming a suicide girl, and much praise to my brother for being an equally big nerd.