Alright...
when I finish building my time machine my first order of business is in 1808 where I will wait behind a tree until an unsuspecting William Wordsworth walks by at which point i will stick out my leg and while he is falling say, "Find some fucking poetic sense in that!" and then run back to my time machine hidden deep within the woods.
the pandas are coming
on a rampage of the dead
the pandas are coming
they'll rip your ass to shreads.
holy crap!! we have the same favorite girls! i never noticed...weird.