Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.
Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.
Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.
Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.
Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)
Just made the midnight run to Wendy's... Ok so it was a little early to call it the midnight run, but seems like I have made the run a million times.
It's not even midnight and you're posting as "night crew"
The Great Kazoo's Feedback
"when you're happy you enjoy the melody but, when you're broken you understand the lyrics".
Well, technically for me its about noon, but I posted because its night time and dark out. :P
Pretty cool! Meet someone new everyday. So what do you do that you get to meet so many different folks? In my free time, I'm going back to school to pickup another degree: Mechanical Engineering.
Optical, 2.5 meter telescope. You familiar with telescopes?
It's 0dark03-time to check in![]()
FHUGETABOUDIT!!!